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St Patrick and the dear Benignus

One day Patrick was lying asleep,
Tired with gathering Christ His sheep—
So many now would run to the Fold;
Though fiery his spirit, his body was old.
Came by a youth, comely and ruddy,
And strewed white flowers on the weary body,
Till the Saint lay under a fragrant pall.
“Desist or you wake him,” the people call.
But Patrick opened his eyes and smiled,
“Great thanks for this kindness, O lovely child.
Behold I see the crown on your head,
Heir to my kingdom when I am dead.”
They called him Benignus, dear and pleasant,
Courteous to noble and to peasant.
He was to Patrick a dear son.
Benignus, pray for us every one!