HYMN BY ST. COLUMBA, ETC.
|HYMN BY ST. COLUMBA.|
Sweet is to me in Uchả Alữinn?
To look on the heaving waves,
The level and star-bright strand
The thunder of crowding waves
To see the swift-flying flocks
To see the ebb and the flood
And grief would come to my heart,
The Godhead then would I bless,
I would search in all the books
Heaven's high one, the holy Chief,
Dulse from the rocks I would pluck,
Best counsel in the sight of God
["Hereabouts is a thing remarkable, though but little
Yes, — thirty years ago
- Lovely Breast — The rocky heights on the southwest of Iona are called Uchdachan at this day.
- Back turned to Ireland — Erin no more!