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In Tir-na-Moe, the Land of the Living Heart, Brigit was singing. Angus the Ever Young, and Midyir the Red-Maned, and Ogma that is called splendor of the Sun, and the Dagda and all the Lords of the people of Dana drew near to listen. Brigit sang:
New comes the hour foretold, a god-gift bringing
A wonderful sight.
Is it a star new-born and splendid up springing
Out of the night?
Is it a wave from the Fountain of Beauty upflinging
Foam of delight?
Is it a glorious immortal bird that is winging
Hither its flight?
It is a wave high-crested, melodious, triumphant,
Breaking in Light.
It is a star, rose-hearted and joyous, a splendor
Risen from night.
It is a flame from the world of the Gods, and love runs before it,
A quenchless delight.
Let the wave break, let the star rise, let the flame leap.
Ours, if our hearts are wise,
To take and keep.
BY BC Neanderthal Mindset
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