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 raises the Dead |
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St Patrick raises the Dead
He found black Dublin in grief profound,For the son of the King was dead and drowned,
And his young sister lay on her bier.
“Daughter, why are you sleeping here?”
Said Patrick, took her hand and she rose
The water dripped from the Prince's clothes,
Water-weed was over his hair,
Grey and dim were his eyes astare.
“Rise up,” says Patrick; “your father grieves.”
The dead boy opens his eyes and lives.
There was great joy in Dublin town.
The King would have given Patrick his crown.
“What use,” says the Saint, “to a shaven head?”
So the King gave him a church instead.
And he and his men were baptized to God
In a well which the Saint struck out of the sod.
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