Fled, vanquished. Glorious more than strange it seemed
That He who fashioned man should come to man,
And raise by ruling. They, His trumpet heard,
In glory spurned demons misdeemed for gods:
The great chief had returned: the clan enthralled
Trod down the usurping foe.

Then rose the cry,
"Join us to Christ!" His strong eyes on them set,
Patrick replied, "Know ye what thing ye seek
Ye that would fain be house-mates with my King?
Ye seek His cross!" He paused, then added slow:
"If ye be liegeful, sirs, decree the day,
His baptism shall be yours."

That eve, while shone
The sunset on the green-touched woods, that, grazed
By onward flight of unalighting spring,
Caught warmth yet scarcely flamed, Aengus stood
With Patrick in a westward-facing tower
Which overlooked far regions town-besprent,
And lit with winding waters. Thus he spake:
"My Father! what is sovereignty of man?
Say, can I shield yon host from death, from sin,
Taking them up into my breast, like God?
I trow not so! Mine be the lowliest place
Following thy King who left his Father's throne
To walk the lowliest!" Patrick answered thus:
"Best lot thou choosest, son. If thine that lot
Thou know'st not yet; nor I. The Lord, thy God,