<h2><SPAN name="chap67"></SPAN>MICHAEL PAT</h2>
<h5>TO ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH</h5>
<p class="poem">
Old Michael Pat he said to me<br/>
He saw an angel in a tree.<br/>
He knew I’d never, never doubt him,<br/>
For what would heaven be without them.<br/>
The angel laughed for very glee<br/>
And sang out loud: “Heigh! come with me!”<br/>
Old Michael felt a creeping kind<br/>
Of wonder in his humble mind,<br/>
And, hardly knowing what to say,<br/>
Ran where the angel showed the way.<br/>
The lambs were running on the hills,<br/>
Glad laughter echoed from the rills,<br/>
And many hidden little birds<br/>
Talked pleasant things in singing words.<br/>
He followed up a mountain then<br/>
And saw a crowd of singing men<br/>
Approaching to a Crown of Light<br/>
Wherein they took a fresh delight.<br/>
He danced and sang and whooped and crew<br/>
To see the Lord of all he knew<br/>
Surrounded by the living songs<br/>
Of stars and men in countless throngs,<br/>
And then he died to life again,<br/>
And shovelled with the strength of ten.<br/>
He taught me how to say my letters,<br/>
And take my hat off to my betters,<br/>
And when I asked for fairy stories,<br/>
He told me of angelic glories.<br/>
He was a lovely farmer, he<br/>
Had seen an angel in a tree.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
EDWARD J. O’BRIEN</p>
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