The Priests Brother

Thrice in the night the priest arose      From broken sleep to kneel and pray.      Hush, poor ghost, till the red cock crows,      And I a Mass for your soul may say.      Thrice he went to the chamber cold,      Where, stiff and still uncoffind,      His brother lay, his beads he told,      And Rest, poor spirit, rest, he said.      Thrice lay the old priest down to sleep      Before the morning bell should toll;      But still he heard-and woke to weep-      The crying of his brothers soul.      All through the dark, till dawn was pale,      The priest tossed in his misery,      With muffled ears to hide the wail,      The voice of that ghosts agony.      At last the red cock flaps his wings      To trumpet of a day new-born.      The lark, awaking, soaring sings      Into the bosom of the morn.      The priest before the altar stands,      He hears the spirit call for peace;      He beats his breast with shaking hands.      O Father, grant this souls release.      Most Just and Merciful, set free      From Purgatorys awful night      This sinners soul, to fly to Thee,      And rest for ever in Thy sight.      The Mass is over-still the clerk      Kneels pallid in the morning glow.      He said, From evils of the dark      Oh, bless me, father, ere you go.      Benediction, that I may rest,      For all night did the Banshee weep.      The priest raised up his hands and blest-      Go now, my child, and you will sleep.      The priest went down the vestry stair,      He laid his vestments in their place,      And turned-a pale ghost met him there,      With beads of pain upon his face.      Brother, he said, you have gained me peace,      But why so long did you know my tears,      And say no Mass for my souls release,      To save the torture of all those years?      God rest you, brother, the good priest said,      No years have passed-but a single night.      He showed the body uncoffind,      And the six wax candles still alight.      The living flowers on the dead mans breast      Blew out a perfume sweet and strong.      The spirit paused ere he passed to rest-      God save your soul from a night so long.