And for his sins' forgiveness

a solemn prayer he said:

Low kneel'd that holy Abbot

while the dawn was waxing clear;

And he pray'd with loving-kindness

for his convent-brethren dear.

Low kneel'd that blessed Abbot

while the dawn was waxing bright;

He pray'd a great prayer for Ireland,

he pray'd with all his might.

Low kneel'd that good old Father

while the sun began to dart;

He pray'd a prayer for all men,

he pray'd it from his heart.

His blissful soul was in Heaven,

tho' a breathing man was he;

He was out of time's dominion,

so far as the living may be.

The Abbot of Innisfallen

arose upon his feet;

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