Towards Ireland he proceeds,
Warned by God's angels in apparitions,
Often saw he in his sleep
That he ought to return.
VIII.
Great the assistance to Eire,
The coming of Patrick to Oclat:
He heard the long sound of entreaties
Of children from the wood of Foclat.
IX.
They implored the saint may come
Upon forsaking Letavia,
For drawing from error's propensity
The people of Eire to life.
X.
The people of Eire prophesy
That there will come new days of peace,
Existing till the end of time;
Desert will be in the country of Tara.
XI.
O Druid! upon Laoree,
The coming of Patrick you hid not;
Too true the prophecies
Respecting the sovereign you predicted.
XII.