  Now, Gabriel, be with my heart On this first day of seven, He, first of the Archangels; And Thou, High King of Heaven. Michael be mine, if Monday dawn, Michael I call upon, There is none like thee, Michael, None but Jesu, Mary's Son. And oh if Tuesday sorrow bring, Let Raphael help it forth, One of the seven that hears us weep, Sad women of this earth. And Uriel hear, if Wednesday wake, In his nobility, And heal our wounds and care for us And calm this wind-torn sea. And Sariel, should Thursday come With wilder wind and seas, On Sariel I cry aloud For that solace which is his. Out of my need I cry On Rumiel, my heart's near friend, Though Heaven I know is nigh. And Saturday, on Panchel, While this yellow world is mine, I call on him while shake the leaves And the yellow sun doth shine. The Trinity protect me still— Oh blessed Trinity, And be my stay in danger's hour; Protect and prosper me. Ernest Rhys. |
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