04/05/2026
This is one of three poems written by Patrick Pearse in Arbour Hill Barracks. It was dedicated to his brother Willie. At the time Patrick had no idea that Willie would also be executed for his role in the 1916 Rising on 4 May 1916.
To My Brother
O faithful!
Moulded in one womb,
We two have stood together all the years,
All the glad years and all the sorrowful years,
Own brothers: through good repute and ill,
In direst peril true to me,
Leaving all things for me, spending yourself
In the hard service that I taught to you,
Of all the men that I have known on earth,
You only have been my familiar friend,
Nor needed I another.