Ballad Fifth -

I.

O come, all fair and shining as thou art,
Light of my eyes, and treasure of my heart;
With me implore the holy Bridget's power,
To crown with resignation life's last hour.

II.

Then when we give to heaven the gift she gave,
And sink together in the peaceful grave,
The saint will lend her ever bright'ning smile,
And point above to some celestial isle

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