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358. THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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For he is calm and clear of face, And unperplexed he runs his race, Because his mind is always bent On Right, regardless of event.
" Of each of those eight things decreed To make and mould the human breed, Let more or less in man and man Be set as God has framed his plan. But still there is a ninth in store (Oh, grant it now and evermore !) — Our Freedom, wanting which, we read,
The bulk of earth, the strength of stone, The bounding life o' the sea, the speed
Of clouds, the splendor of the sun, The never-flagging flight of wind,
The fervor of the Holy Ghost,
The Light before the angels' host, Though all be in our frame combined, Grow tainted, yea, of no avail."
So sang the sages of the Gael.
THE HYMN CALLED SAINT PATRICK'S BREASTPLATE
From " Goidelica "
Patrick's Hymn. This is probably a genuine production of Saint Patrick. He died about the year 470. See also the much freer version by Mangan. |
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BIND myself to-day to a strong virtue, an invocation of the Trinity; |
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I believe in Threeness with confession of a Oneness in the Creator of the Universe. |
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