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88 And in a hollowed stone it shed Its milk so warm and white, And then, all timid, stood apart To watch the babe's delight.

And at each eve and every mom The gentle doe was there, To find the little babe, and see The saint, all deep in prayer.

In Glendalough the stone lies still All plainly to be seen. And many folk will point the place Where once the milk had been.