The rhymed life of St Patrick Written by Katharine Tynan: With pictures by L. D. Symington: And a foreword by Lieut.-General Sir William Butler |
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St Patrick comes to Tara
Patrick lit the fire at Moy-Breagh.The day it was Holy Saturday,
And the fire of the Druids was not yet lit.
There should be no fire in the land ere it.
The Druids were angry. “Who lit that fire?”
Asked the King. And the Druids answered, “Sire,
Should it burn to-night we shall never quench it,
Though mountains fall on it, rivers drench it.
The old gods will pass like the hour that's vernal,
The new God reign for ever, eternal.”
Terrible then was King Laoghaire's wrath;
He swore Patrick should die the death.
The Saint found him in Tara Hall
Mid the grim knights with their swords in stall,
Where the bearded Druids sat fierce and tall,
Angry for their spoilt festival.
Chanting the hymns of Christ and Mary,
Patrick came like a King in Eire.
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