"  Hearinj?  bow  blessed  Enda  lived  apart,

Amid  the  sacred  caves  of  Arau-Mor,
And  how  beneath  his  eye  spread  like  a  chart,

Lay  all  the  isles  of  that  remotest  shore ;
And  how  be  had  collected  in  his  mind

All  that  was  known  to  man  of  the  Old  Sea,
I  left  the  Hill  of  Miracles  behind,

And  sailed  from  out  the  shallow  sandy  Lea.
"  "When  I  proclaimed  the  project  that  I  nursed.
How  'twas  for  this  that  I  his  blessing  sought,
An  irrepressible  (\y  of  joy  outburst

From  his  pure  lips,  that  blessed  me  for  the  thought.
He  said  that  he  too  had  in  visions  strayed

Over  the  untracked  ocean's  billowy  foam  ;
Bid  me  have  hope,  that  God  would  give  me  aid.
And  bring  me  safe  back  to  my  native  home."

—D.  F.  McCarthy.
