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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 397 |
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When the holy bread was broken, And the water wet on his brow,
And the last of the fierce Fianna Had spoken the Christian vow,
In a sudden glory Patrick
Seeing the fierce grown mild, Laughed with joy on his convert,
Like father on first-born child.
" Well was for you, O Ossian, You came to the light," he said ;
" And now I will show you the torment From which to our God you fled."
Then with a pass of his crozier
He put a spell on the air, And there fell a mist on the eyeballs
Of Ossian standing there.
Shapes loomed up through the darkness, And "Now," says thesaint, "look well;
See your friends the Fianna, And all their trouble in hell."
Ossian stared through the darkness,
Saw, as the mist grew clear, Legions of swarth-hued warriors
Raging with sword and spear:
Footmen, huge and misshapen,
Stiffened with snarling ire ; Chariots with hell-black stallions
Champing a spume of fire, |
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