< Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry

AN EVEN-SONG

Patrick sang this

May Thy holy angels, O Christ, son of living God,
Guard our sleep, our rest, our shining bed.

Let them reveal true visions to us in our sleep,
O high-prince of the universe, O great king of the
mysteries!

May no demons, no ill, no calamity or terrifying
dreams
Disturb our rest, our willing, prompt repose.

May our watch be holy, our work, our task,
Our sleep, our rest without let, without break.

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