LAST night I heard the keenin' at Patrick Connell's wake, "O poor lad, O good lad—that you should have to go; But then the Lord has given, an' sure the Lord may take— Let Mary help his mother to bear the bitter woe!" At dawn I heard the fishermen a-talkin' on the quay, "A fine lad, a clean lad—that God may rest his soul; " 'Twas well he knew the fishin' banks, 'twas well he loved the sea— Let Mary help his mother to bear the bitter dole! At noon I saw him buried upon the windy hill; I saw the black earth cover the coffin from her sight— O Mary, in your mercy, be kindly to her still And pray to God her heart will break, that she may die tonight!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS A SONG OF SALVATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |