A Celtic poem

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A shade are you in the heat,
A shelter are you in the cold,
Eyes are you to the blind,
A staff are you to the pilgrim,
An island are you in the sea,
A fortress are you on land,
A well are you in the desert,
Health are you to the ailing.

Yours is the skill of the Fairy Woman,
Yours is the virtue of Brigit the serene,
Yours is the faith of Mary the gentle,
Yours is the tact of the women of Greece,
Yours is the loveliness of Emer the Beauty,
Yours is the tenderness of Darthula the delightful,
Yours is the courage of Maeve the battler,
Yours is the charm of the mouth of Melody.

You are the joy of all joyous things,
You are the light of the beam of the sun,
You are the door of the chief of hospitality,
You are the surpassing star of guidance,
You are the step of the deer on the hill,
You are the step of the steed on the strath,
You are the shape of the swan of swimming,
You are the grace of all lovely graces
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Traditional Celtic song