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Milcho's Dream

Milcho dreamt of Patrick by night
That all encircled with leaping light,
The sheep's herd came to him in his bed,
All on fire that would not be stayed;
And the dream made Milcho sore afraid.
Then “Patrick, Patrick,” he cried, “come in
And riddle thy lord what this may mean.”
“The fire,” said Patrick, “is fire of faith
That lights my soul from darkness and death.
The faith, O Chieftain, you will refuse,
Nor have for your soul's saving and use.
There shall be two yet to be born,
Two fair roses on a gray thorn,
Will make amends for your blindness and scorn:
They shall bloom for aye in the heavenly morn.”