Kirk Braddan Church from Douglas is not far;
A dear and sacred spot ! and there resort
Thousands of strangers coming from afar,
To view its relics and give way to thought;
Some quaint inscriptions, too, its tombstones hear,
And near the centre of the yard are seen
Some Runic Crosses, much the worse for wear,
For Time's rude hands have striving with them been;
Still on them there remains much that the many glean.
Within the churchyard thousands silent lie,
Beneath the shade of the embowering trees,
Whilst overhead is spread the azure sky,
And leaves around us rustle in the breeze.
Here many a parent sleeps in calm repose;
Here lies how many a young and trusting-heart;.
Here lie sweet infants, nipped like budding rose,
And few without a tear can hence depart;
Such rising feelings doth the hallowed place impart.
From the poem "Douglas" by James Middleton Sutherland | 
