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 ON ANGUS THE CULDEE (+ ca. 830)

Delightful to sit here thus By the side of the cold pure Nore: Though it was frequented, it was never a path o
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In glorious Disert Bethech.

Disert Bethech, where dwelt the man Whom hosts of angels were wont to visit; A pious cloister behind a circle of crosses, Where Angus son of Oivlen used to be.

Angus from the assembly of Heaven, Here are his tomb and his grave: 'Tis hence he went to death, On a Friday, to holy Heaven.

'Tis in Clonenagh he was reared, In Clonenagh he was buried: In Clonenagh of many crosses He first read his psalms.