| "God save you my
three brothers! God save you! Now how far Have ye on foot to travel, by sun and moon and star?" "To Olivet's own Mount we fare till we have gotten gold, Therefrom a cup to fashion the tears of Christ to hold." "So do! And when those Precious Tears drop down into the bowl Into thy very heart they'll fall and cure thee body and soul." |
THE SAFE-GUARDING OF MY SOUL
| My succour from
all sinful harms Be Thou, Almighty Father! And Mary, who, within her arms The King of Kings did gather! And Michael, messenger to earth [58] From out the Heavenly City, The Twelve of Apostolic worth, And last the Lord of Pity! That so my soul, encircled by their care, Into Heaven's Golden Halls with joy may fare! |
THE WHITE PATERNOSTER.
On going to sleep, think that it is the sleep of Death and that you may be summoned to the Day of the Mountain of Judgment and say:
| I lay me down with
God; May He rest here also, His Guardian arms around my head, Christ's Cross my limbs below. Where wouldst, thou lay thee down? 'Twixt Mary and her Son— Brigit and her bright mantle, Colomb and his shield handle, God and His strong Right Hand. At morn where wouldst thou rise? With Patrick to the skies. |