Hail, Brigit

Hail, Brigit! hail, Brigit!
     Queen of healing, Mother of poetry,
Hail, Brigit, forge of our vision,
     Fount of our knowledge, source of our joy.

To thee we, night and day,
     Hidden children of the Goddess,
Lift our voices in reverence,
     In mirth and gaity and laughter.

Bestow upon us, thou candle of gladness,
     Since thou art the flame of knowledgable crafts,
The healing art of Dian Cecht, the poetic art of Ogma,
     And the art of crafting of Goibhniu.

Vouchsafe to us, thou silver branch,
     An island in the realm of peace,
Safe from the waves of peril and stress,
     Beneath the shade of thy scented apple trees.