sle of Erin;
And the vessel bears the pious
Missionary Fridolinus.
"Cease thy grieving, dearest mother;
Not with sword nor with the war-axe
Shall thy son gain fame and honour:
Other ages, other weapons--
Faith and Love are my sole armour.
For the love I bear my Saviour
I go forth unto the heathen;
Celtic blood impels me onward.
And in dreams I've seen a vision--
A strange land and pine-clad mountains,
A clear stream with a green island,
Most as fair as my own country;
Thither points the Lord His finger,
Thither sails now Fridolinus."

With a few choice Irish comrades,
Filled with earnest, calm devotion,
Fridolin sailed o'er the ocean;
Came into the Frankish Empire,
Where at Paris reigned King Clovis.
Smiling spake he to the pilgrims:
"I had never great affection
For the saints and monkish orders;
Since, however, the accursed
Allemanic lances whistled
Nearer me than I thought pleasant
On the battlefield of Zulpich,
I have changed my mind entirely--
Even kings will pray in danger.
Where you wander I'll protect you.
And unto your special notice
Recommend the Allemanni:
They are stubborn and thick-headed,
They are still most dogged heathen;
Try to make them good and pious."
Farther on the little band went,
To the land of the Helvetians;
There began their serious labour,
And the holy cross was planted
At the foot of snow-clad Saentis,
Planted by the Bodensee.
When descending from the Jura
Fridolinus saw the ruins
Of Augusta Rauracorum--
Roman walls--there still projected
From the rubbish mighty columns
Of the Temple of Serapis.
But the Altar and the Cella
Were o'ergrown with tangled brambles;
And the ox-head of Serapis
Had been built in o'er the stable
By an Allemanic peasant,
Whose forefathers had most likely
Killed the last priest of Serapis.

Seeing this then, Fridolinus
Crossed himself and travelled onward,
By the green banks of the river.
Evening came, and far already
Had the pious man now wandered.
There beheld he, how the river
Flowed in two divided branches;
And in the green waters smiling
Rose before him a