ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.

“Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle,

Unholy bark, ere morning smile;

For on thy deck, though dark it be,

A female form I see;

And I have sworn this sainted sod

Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod.”

“Oh! Father, send not hence my bark,

Thro’ wintry winds and billows dark:

I come with humble heart to share

Thy morn and evening prayer;

Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint,

The brightness of thy sod to taint.”

The Lady's prayer Senanus spurned;

The winds blew fresh, the bark returned;

But legends hint, that had the maid

Till morning's light delayed,

And given the saint one rosy smile,

She ne'er had left his lonely isle.