Holy Water come and bring; Cast in Salt, for seasoning: Set the Brush for sprinkling: Sacred Spittle bring ye hither; Meale and it now mix together; And a little Oyle to either: Give the Tapers here their light, Ring the Saints-Bell, to affright Far from hence the evill Sp'rite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DOROTHY'S DOWER by PHOEBE CARY THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |