"Bridget Poem" lyrics

I bathe thy palms
In showers of wine
In the lustral fire
In the seven elements
In the juice of the rasps
In the milk of honey
And I place the nine pure choice graces
In thy fair fond face
The grace of form
The grace of voice
The grace of fortune
The grace of goodness
The grace of wisdom
The grace of charity

The grace of choice maidenliness
The grace of whole-souled loveliness
The grace of goodly speech

Thine is the skill of the Fairy Woman
Thine is the virtue of Bride the calm
Thine is the faith of Mary the mild
Thine is the tact of the woman of Greece
Thine is the beauty of Emir the lovely
Thine is the tenderness of Darthula delightful
Thine is the courage of Maebh the strong
Thine is the charm of Binne-bheul

Thou art the joy of all joyous things
Thou art the light of the beam of the sun

Thou art the surpassing star of guidance
Thou art the step of the deer of the hill
Thou art the grace of the swan of swimming
Thou art the loveliness of all lovely desires