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'Earth earth on the mouth of Oran that he may blab no more ' Gaelic Proverb	A
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THE storm had ceased to rave subsiding slow	B
Lashed ocean heaved and then lay calm and still	C
From the clear North a little breeze did blow	B
Severing the clouds high o'er a wooded hill	C
The slant sun hung intolerably bright	D
And spanned the sea with a broad bridge of light	D
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II	-
Now St Columba rose from where he sat	E
Among his monkish crew and lifting high	-
His pale worn hands his eagle glances met	F
The awful glory which suffused the sky	-
As soars the lark sweet singing from the sod	G
So prayer is wafted from his soul to God	G
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III	-
For they in their rude coracle that day	H
Shuddered had climbed the crests of mountainous wave	I
To plunge down glassy walls of shifting spray	H
From which death roared as from an open grave	I
Till the grim fury of the tempest o'er	J
Bursts on their ravished sight an azure shore	K
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IV	I
Ah is this solid earth which meets their view	I
Or some still cloud land islanded on high	I
Those crags are too a rially blue	I
Too soft those mountains mingling with the sky	I
And too ineffable their dewy gleam	L
For aught but fabric of a fleeting dream	L
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V	I
Entranced they gaze and o'er the glimmering track	M
Of seething gold and foaming silver row	B
Now to their left tower headlands bare and black	M
And blasted with grey centuries of snow	B
Deep in whose echoing caves with hollow sighs	N
Monotonous seas for ever ebb and rise	N
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VI	I
Rounding these rocks they glide into a deep	O
And tranquil bay in whose translucent flood	P
The shadows of the azure mountains sleep	O
High on a hill amid green foliage stood	Q
A square and rough hewn tower whose time bleached stone	R
Like some red beacon with the sunset shone	R
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VII	I
A few more vigorous strokes and the sharp keel	S
Grates on the beach on which inclining low	B
Their tonsured heads the monks adoring kneel	S
While St Columba his pale face aglow	B
With outward light and inward lifts on high	I
The Cross swart outlined on the burning sky	I
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VIII	I
Impassive though in silent wonder stood	Q
The islesmen while these worshipped on their shore	K
A thorn crowned figure nailed upon the wood	Q
From whose pierced side the dark blood seemed to pour	K
While on the Father Son and Holy Ghost	T
They loudly called as brow and breast they crost	T
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IX	N
Spoke now their Master in a voice whose ring	U
Was like the west wind's in a twilight grove	I
'Glad tidings to this sea girt isle we bring	U
Good tidings of our heavenly Father's love	I
Who sent His only Son oh marvellous	N
Deep love to die that He might ransom us '	-
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X	N
'Come listen to the story of our Lord	T
Sweet Jesus Christ a child of lowly birth	V
Whom in the manger the wise kings adored	T
For well they knew Him Lord of Heaven and Earth	V
With myrrh and spice they journeyed from the far	W
Prophetic East led by the Pilgrim Star	W
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XI	N
'And when the star stood still and mildly shone	R
Above a shed where lay the new born child	T
They hailed Him God's only begotten Son	X
Saviour of sinners and Redeemer mild	T
Eve's promised seed when she with streaming eyes	N
Saw the bright sword wave her from Paradise	N
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XII	N
'For we are children of a fallen race	N
Our sins are grievous in the Father's sight	T
Death was our doom but that by heavenly grace	N
God sent His Son to be a steadfast light	T
Which calmly shining o'er life's troubled wave	I
The storm tossed souls of erring men might save	I
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XIII	N
'Go unto Him all ye that toil and weep	O
Ye that are weary with the long day's load	T
He is the Shepherd watching o'er His sheep	O
He leads His flock along the narrow road	T
And when He hears the bleating lamb's alarm	Y
He folds the weak one in His sheltering arm	Y
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XIV	I
'Ah tender Shepherd who didst love us so	N
Choosing to die that we Thy flock might live	I
What bitter anguish ah what heavy woe	N
To think O Lord that mortal hands should give	I
This wound that cleaves Thy side that mortal scorn	Z
In mockery crowned Thee with the barren thorn '	-
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XV	I
Sad was Columba's face his words were slow	N
As though reluctant to the piteous tale	A2
But now his eyes with sacred rapture glow	N
And his wan features kindle like a pale	A2
Dissolving cloud through which the moon is shed	T
He speaks of Christ re risen from the dead	T
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XVI	I
He ceased then cried 'Glory unto the Lord	T
Whose mercy is as boundless as the sea	N
Fruitful to day makes He my feeble word	T
For with faith's eye an ancient chief I see	N
Whose bark o'er the blue deep is drawing nigh	I
He comes to be baptised before he die '	-
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XVII	I
Scarce had he ended when towards the land	T
A wicker boat sped swiftly o'er the bay	H
There by the Pictish chieftain hand in hand	T
Her golden locks entangled with his grey	H
His grandchild sat lit by the level rays	N
The loveliest and the last of all her race	N
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XVIII	I
They hailed the Chief as to a sea worn stone	R
Two fishers bore him and his muffled sense	N
Struggled with feeble eld to seize the tone	R
Of the Saint's voice as he in words intense	N
Proclaimed the saving truth of gospel lore	K
Then with his hands baptised the Chieftain hoar	K
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XIX	N
And when the holy dew had wet his brow	B2
And his wan lips tasted the sacrament	T
His head against Columba's breast sank low	N
And o'er his face a smile of rapt content	T
Played softly smoothing out the lines of care	C2
Which joy and grief and toil had planted there	C2
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XX	N
Then on the spot where he has breathed his last	T
They lay him letting dust to dust return	D2
Then one by one as solemnly they cast	T
A little earth upon his grave they turn	D2
To the benighted heathen look above	I
And chaunt 'His soul is God's and God is love '	-
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XXI	N
A piteous cry and terrible then rung	E2
Even like a very echo to the word	T
Upon the startled hearers whom it wrung	E2
With answering grief as when along the chord	T
Of palpitating harp the breezes sigh	I
Each string responsive wails in sympathy	N
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XXII	N
A maiden with wild eyes and streaming hair	C2
And features white with horror rose aghast	T
Unconscious of the pitying people's stare	C2
And on the new made grave herself she cast	T
In utter desolation till her frame	F2
Convulsed by sobs shook like a wind blown flame	F2
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XXIII	N
'Oh father father ' she at last made moan	R
'My father's father last of all our race	N
Hast thou gone too and left me here alone	R
So helpless as I am so weak to face	N
The dreadful shifts of war with all its woes	N
Cold hunger shame fear of insulting foes '	-
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XXIV	I
'Nay child blaspheme not in thine agony	N
Art thou not in our heavenly Father's care	C2
He who upholds the everlasting sky	I
Throughout the ages suffers not a hair	C2
Of thine to fall but that it is His will	C
Bless Him for joy for sorrow bless Him still	C
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XXV	I
'Yea clasp thine unused hands in prayer and lift	T
Thy still down drooping eyes to Him above	I
Is not the giver greater than His gift	T
Must not His love contain all lesser love	I
Of father mother brother husband wife	I
The Alpha He and Omega of life '	-
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XXVI	I
Thus spake Columba burning to allay	H
The pains of earthly love with saving truth	G2
But she who deemed confusedly that they	H
With their sad rites had slain her sire forsooth	H
Was deaf to him and ever made her moan	R
'Hast thou gone too and left me here alone '	-
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XXVII	I
At last when all his words and prayers had failed	T
To comfort or assuage the orphan's woe	N
Who prostrate on the grave still wept and wailed	T
Columba muttered as he turned to go	N
'Nay sooner parley with the roaring main	H2
Than with a woman maddening in her pain '	-
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XXVIII	I
So thus they left her as she would not come	I2
Left her to night and a few firstling stars	N
That here and there from the celestial dome	J2
Peered brightly through the narrow cloudy bars	N
As though some great white seraph's lidless eyes	N
Were looking down on her from Paradise	N
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XXIX	N
But one there was who could not rest in peace	N
For pity of that maiden'	H2