School: Moynalty (C.)
- Location:
- Maigh nEalta, Co. na Mí
- Teacher: (ní thugtar ainm)
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- (continued from previous page)The Poet ReliesI
False, ranting Satan I have heard enough
Of your deceitful, low, bombastic stuff.
In all your flights you did not tell
Of your descent and why you fell
You did not tell by verbal word or pen.II
You were the first invented mortal Sin
Low cunning creature dead to sin and shame.
You have no right created man to blameIII
For sin in you was far more heinous than
Ten thousand errors in clay-built man
You were an angel of superior light
Face to face in the Almighty Sight.IV
A spotless spirit, all perfect, pure.
No flesh to tempt, no object to allure;
And yet you fell from that elevated state
By your own pride and sordid, self-conceit;V
Not pleased with all the glory you enjoyed
You have vent yourself and others you destroyed
Your false, deceitful, agitating tongue
Persuaded angels to act base and wrong.(continues on next page)
