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More than star and meteor,
 More than moon or sun,
Is the thorn-crowned forehead
 Of the Holy One."

"Haste," she said, "and plunge me
 Once again in night,
Lest perchance I lose Him,
 Gaining my sight."
Brigid, lost in praying,
 Touched her eyes once more,
And the light went fading
 Off sea and shore.

All His creatures praise Him,
 From daylight to dun.
Stars and moon and cloudland,
 And Messer the Sun;
Seas and hills and forests,
 And the frozen waste:
Dara in her blindness
 Praiseth him best.

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