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Song of Saint Patrick - part 2 - flight

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Song of Saint Patrick - part 2 - flight


One day, Maewyn was in the pasture,
	Tending his master's herds,
		When he heard spoken, clear as a spring,
	These few simple words,
			"Your ship is ready." the voice did say,
				He started then to run		
					And didn't stop to take a break
				'Til long had set the sun.

Maewyn's will was iron strong,
	His faith never fell short,
		It carried him his journey's length,
	Until he found the port,
			Out of which was chosen
				For him, back home, to sail
					-But this is just the beginning
				Of Maewyn Succet's tale.

Maewyn Succet expressed his thanks
	For arriving to the ship,
		"How kind of my creator
	To provide me with this trip!
			I see every situation
				As God's intended test
					And, in everyone that follows,
				I shall serve him at my best."

Young Maewyn Succet obtained his fare
	And boarded the vessel,
		But he was fraught with conflict,
	With which long he would wrestle,
			 But, not many hours effervesced
				After the ship embarked
					When the wind blew in, waters grew rough
				And the sky bloomed dark.

All hands were called upon the deck
	To prepare for the storm;
		The pagan fishermen and merchants
	Saw, from the deep, arise a wicked form.
			Each of them tried to appease its wrath
				With devil witchery
					Only to be swept away
				In the seething surgings of the sea

'Til Maewyn stood upon the deck
	Where others cast a curse
		And, in his heart, recited
	A simple line of verse,
			Then he spoke a loud
				A heartfelt, humble prayer.
					Before he finished giving thanks,
				Warm-winged breezes filled the air.

The ship was saved, the storm dissolved
	As quickly as it came,
		The survivors cast off their idols
	Calling Maewyn by the name,
			Father of the People (Patricus),
				Through whose faith unshaken
					Kept the people of the ship
				From being overtaken.

The passengers had a pleasant voyage
	And made it back to home,
		But Patrick had hundreds of miles,
	He still would have to roam
			Before he reached his homeland,
				With his family to reunite-
					He still had many dangers
				He yet would have to fight.

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