IX.

Ah! we have need of thee,

To knit us all in one,

The mischief to undo

Which our cold hearts have done.

X.

To Ireland's sons of faith

Hard measure have we dealt ;

One faith would breed one heart

In Saxon and in Celt.

XI.

Thou hadst no idle hour;

Thy gains with toil were bought;

Saint Wilfrid ! make us love

Our country as we ought!

XII.

Wilfrid by thy sweet name

Our little ones we'll call

O then on them and us

;

Let thy rich blessing fall.

XIII.

Lover of youth! do thou
Our English children bless;
Their joyous hearts' first love

For Mary's service press.

XIV.

Into our souls, dear Saint!

With thy blythe courage come,

And make us missioners

Of Mary and of Rome !

XV.

Hail, holy Wilfrid, hail !

Saint of the free and gay !

Look how we follow thee, And bless us in our way!

XXVIII.

FLOWERS FOR THE ALTAR.

FOR THE SCHOOL CHILDREN.

I.

See the sun beyond the hill
Is dipping, dipping down,
Right above that old Scotch fir

Just like a golden crown.

II.

Children! quick, and come with me;

Handfuls of cowslips bring,

Hawthorn bright with boughs of white,

And Mayflowers from the spring.

III.

Lucy has fresh shoots of thyme

From her own garden plot :

Jacob's lilac has been strippedA gay and goodly lot!

IV.

To St. Wilfrid's we will go,
And give them to the priest;
He must deck our Lady's shrine
To-morrow for the feast.

V.

Poor indeed the flowers we give,
But we ourselves are poor:

Payment for each gift to her
Is plentiful and sure.