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Heaven-like-yet he looked as human
As supernal beauty can,
Lordly more than man.
Types not this,” I said, “ fair spirit !
death-hour is not come? Say, what days shall I inherit ?
Tell my soul their sum.”
Trust me, would appal thee worse,
Ask not for a curse !
“ 'Tis to live again, remeasuring
Youth's years, like a scene rehearsed,
Knowledge from the first.
Life's career so void of pain,
New begun again?
Threads by Fate together spun?
Friendship's death-dissevered ties;
Of ambition's prize?
Flowed from Virtue's fairest springs-
Double not their stings ?
Star of the morn and eve,
Reullura shone like thee,
The dark-attired Culdee.f
Culdees Were Albyn's earliests priests of God, Reullura, in Gaelic, signifies“ beautiful star."
The Culdees were the primitive clergy of Scotland, and apparentiy her only clergy from the sixth to the eleventh century. They were of Irish origin, and their monastery on the island of lona or Ikolmill, was the seininary of Christianity in North Britain. Presbyterian writers have wished to prove them to have been a sort of Presbyters, strangers to the Roman Church and Episcopacy. It seems to be established that they were not enemies to Eriscopacy :--but that they were not slavishly bubjected to Rome, like the clergy of later periods, appears by their resisting the Papal ordinances respecting the celibacy of religious men, on which account they were ultimately displaced by the Scottish sovereigns to make way for more Popish canons.
Ere yet an island of her seas
By foot of Saxon monk was trode, Long ere her churchmen by bigotry Were barred from holy wedlock’s tie. 'Twas then that Aodh, famed afar,
In Iona preached the word with power, And Reullura, beauty's star,
Was the partner of his lower. But, Aodb, the roof lies low,
And the thistle-down waves bleaching, And the bat fits to and fro
Where the Gael once heard thy preaching ; And fall’n in is each columned isle
Where the chiefs and the people knelt. 'Twas near that temple's goodly pile
That honoured of men they dwelt. For Aodh was wise in the sacred law, And bright Reullura's eyes oft saw
The veil of fate uplifted. Alas, with what visions of awe
Her soul in that hour was giftedWhen pale in the temple and faint,
With Aodh she stood alone By the statue of an aged saint!
Fair sculptured was the stone,
Fame said it once had graced
In the Briton's land laid waste :
And cried, " It is, he shall come, “Even he in this very place,
To avenge my martyrdom.
For, wo to the Gael people!
Ulvfagre is on the main,
On the coming ships of the Dane;
With the spoiler's grasp entwine?
And the deep sea shall be mine.
The waves from Innisfail.
And swells to the southern gale." “ Ah! knowest thou not; my bride,"
The holy Aodh said, “ That the saint whose form we stand beside
Has for ages slept with the dead?” “ He liveth, he liveth," she said again,
“ For the span of his life tenfold extends Beyond the wonted years of men.
He sits by the graves of well-loved friends That died ere thy grandsire’s grandsire’s birth; The oak is decayed with old age on earth, Whose acorn-seed had been planted by him;
And his parents remember the day of dread When the sun on the cross looked dim,
And the graves gave up their dead
Yet preaching from clime to clime,
He hath roamed the earth for ages, And hither he shall come in time
When the wrath of the heathen rages, In time a remnant from the sword
Ah! but a remnant to deliver :
Yet, blest be the name of the Lord!
into bliss for ever,
With the Saint and a remnant of the Gael,
To preach in Innisfail.”+
Was burning o'er Tiriee,
O’er the isles of• Albyn's sea,
Their oars beneath the sun,
Where ship there yet was none.
From Rona and Uist and Skey,.
And the red-haired slayers were nigb.
And buckled on their arms;
To Lochlin's mailed swarms.
Has filled the shores of the Gael
And with many a woman's wail.
| Ireland. * Striking the shield was an ancient mode of convocation to war among the Gael,