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St Patrick hears the Voice of the Irish

Patrick perchance had tarried long
In that quiet home of prayer and song,
But there came that angel who before
Had comforted him: and letters he bore.
Patrick, taking a letter, read
“The Voice of the Irish,” writ at the head,
And suddenly over land and sea
From Foclut Wood in Tirawley,
There came the Voices of children dear,
Calling him: “Holy one, now hear!
Come to us here in our darkness drear.”
So sad, so sweet, the Voices cried,
His heart began to bleed in his side,
And he awoke in the morning gray.
The Voices stayed with him night and day.