Thomas MacDonagh

The Poet Saint

Sphere thee in Confidence
Singing God's Word,
Led by His Providence,
Girt with His Sword;

Bartering all for Faith,
Following e'er
That others deem a wraith,
Fleeting and fair.

'Walk thou no ample way
Wisdom doth mark;
Seek thou where Folly's day
Setteth to dark.

'Darkness in Clarity
Wisdom doth find,
Folly in Charity
Doubting the Kind,

'Folly in Piety,
Folly in Trust,
Heav'n in Satiety,
Death in Death's dust.

'Thou from the dust shalt rise
Over all Fame,
Angels of Paradise
Singing thy name.'