EXCELLENT Manxman, Scotia gave you birth, But you were ours, being apt to take the print Of island forms, the mood, the tone, the tint, Nor missed the ripples of the larger mirth. A lovely soul has sought the silent firth; Yet haply on our shores you still may hint A delicate presence, though no visible dint Betrays where you have touched the conscious earth. You walk with our loved "Chalse"; you help him speak A gracious tongue, to us not wholly clear, And sing the "Hymns" -- fond dream that wont to dwell In his confusion. Friend of all things weak, Go down to that sweet soil you held so dear! Go up to God, and joys unspeakable! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |