Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XXXVIII. ORANSAY;
Or, Oran's Island at the entrance of Loch Sunart.
A golden memory of old Time has crownedThe bare and lonely brow of Oransay:
For here a Saint was wont to kneel and pray,
And seek the Presence which makes holy ground.
The halo of his name has lingered round
While thirteen centuries have ebbed away:
Grace, like a rock, continues in one stay,
When glory, like the mist, is nowhere found.
Along the winding coast of Sunart fair
Oran would bend his course with sail or oar,
Lifting the Cross of Jesus everywhere:
Nor from his labours and his prayers forebore
Till called Columba's resting-place to share,
And sing high songs with him for evermore.
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