In hermitage anon:
The guidance of the King of Kings
Has been vouchsafed unto me;
If I keep watch beneath His wings,
No evil shall undo me.





HAIL, BRIGIT!

An old Irish poem on the Hill of Alenn recording the disappearance of
the Pagan World of Ireland and the triumph of Christianity by the
establishment at Kildare of the convent of Brigit, Saint and Princess.


Safe on thy throne,
Triumphing Bride,
Down Liffey's side,
Far to the coast,
Rule with the host
Under thy care
Over the Children of Mighty Cathair.

God's hid intents
At every time,
For pure Erin's clime
All telling surpass.
Liffey's clear glass