TAKE him, O Braddan, for he loved thee well -- Take him, kind mother of my own dear dead! And let him lay his head On thy soft breast, And rest -- Rest. He loved thee well; and thee, my father, thee Also he loved. O, meet him! reassure That heart thou prov'dst so pure -- Whisper release! And peace -- Peace! O countrymen, believe me! here is laid A Manxman's heart the simplest and the truest: O Spring, when thou renewest Thy sunny hours, Bring flowers -- Flowers! And bring them of thy sweetest And bring them of thy meetest And, till God's trumpet wake him, Take him, O Braddan, take him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON |