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His face grew lean with sorrow, And hunger stared from his eyes,
And the laboring breath from his bosom Broke in heavy sighs.
Patrick watched, and he wondered,
And at last in pity spoke : " Vexed is your look, O Ossian,
As your very heart were broke.
"Courage, O new-made Christian:
Great is my joy in you : I would like it ill on a day of grace
My son should have aught to rue.
" Therefore for these your comrades
I give you a wish to-day That shall lift them out of their torment
Into some better way.
"Speak ! be bold in your asking,
Christ is strong to redeem." —Ossian turned to him sudden,
Like one awaked from a dream.
His eye was fierce as an eagle's, And his voice had a trumpet's ring,
As when at the Fenian banquets He lifted his harp to sing.
" I ask no help of the Father,
I ask no help of the Son, Nor of the Holy .Spirit,
Ever Three in One. |
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