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The Kiltartan Poetry Book; prose translations from the Irish by Lady Gregory
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He is clean gold, he is Heaven about the sun, he is a silver vessel
having wine in it; he is an angel, he is the wisdom of saints; everyone
that is doing the will of the King.

He is a bird with a trap closing about him; he is a broken ship in
great danger; he is an empty vessel, he is a withered tree; he that
is not doing the will of the King.

He is a sweet-smelling branch with its blossoms; he is a vessel that
is full of honey; he is a shining stone of good luck; he who does the
will of the Son of God of Heaven.

He is a blind nut without profit; he is ill-smelling rottenness, he
is a withered tree; he is a wild apple branch without blossom; he that
is not doing the will of the King.

If he does the will of the Son of God of Heaven, he is a bright sun
with summer about it; he is the image of the God of Heaven; he is a
vessel of clear glass.

He is a racehorse over a smooth plain, the man that is striving for
the kingdom of the great God; he is a chariot that is seen under a
king, that wins the victory with golden bridles.

He is a sun that warms high heaven; the king to whom the great King
is thankful; he is a church, joyful, noble; he is a shrine having gold
about it.

He is an altar having wine poured upon it; having many quires singing
around; he is a clean chalice with ale in it; he is bronze, white,
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