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IRISH MELODIES. |
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THE LADY.
" Oh! Father, send not hence my bark, " Through wintry winds and billows dark " I come with humble heart to share
u Thy morn and evening prayer ; " Nor mine the feet, oh ! holy Saint, " The brightness of thy sod to taint."
The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd; The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd ; But legends hint, that had the maid
Till morning's light delay'd, And given the saint one rosy smile, She ne'er had left his lonely isle. |
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resolution not to admit any woman of the party ; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the island for the express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of Senanus, according to his poetical biographer:
Cui Prcesul: Quid foeminis Commune est cum monachis ? Nee te nee ullam aliam Admittemus in insulam.
See the Acta Sanct. Hib. p. 610.
According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than the river Shannon ; but O'Connor and other antiquarians deny the metamorphose indignantly. |
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