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SAINT COLUMBA
To Dr. Sigerson.
Dead is Columba: the world's arch
Gleams with a lighting of strange fires.
They flash and run, they leap and march,
Signs of a Saint's fulfilled desires.
Gleams with a lighting of strange fires.
They flash and run, they leap and march,
Signs of a Saint's fulfilled desires.
Live is Columba: golden crowned,
Sceptred with Mary lilies, shod
With angel flames, and girded round
With white of snow, he goes to God.
Sceptred with Mary lilies, shod
With angel flames, and girded round
With white of snow, he goes to God.
No more the gray eyes long to see
The oakwoods of their Inisfail;
Where the white angels hovering be:
And ah, the birds in every vale!
The oakwoods of their Inisfail;
Where the white angels hovering be:
And ah, the birds in every vale!
No more for him thy fierce winds blow,
Iona of the angry sea!
Gone, the white glories of thy snow,
And white spray flying over thee!
Iona of the angry sea!
Gone, the white glories of thy snow,
And white spray flying over thee!
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Now, far from the gray sea, and far
From sea-worn rocks and sea-birds' cries,
Columba hails the morning star,
That shines in never nighted skies.
From sea-worn rocks and sea-birds' cries,
Columba hails the morning star,
That shines in never nighted skies.
High in the perfect Land of Morn,
He listens to the chaunting air:
The Land, where music is not born,
For music is eternal there.
He listens to the chaunting air:
The Land, where music is not born,
For music is eternal there.
There, bent before the burning Throne,
He lauds the lover of the Gael:
Sweet Christ! Whom Patrick's children own:
Glory be Thine from Inisfail!
He lauds the lover of the Gael:
Sweet Christ! Whom Patrick's children own:
Glory be Thine from Inisfail!
1894.
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