Lady Gregory

The Hymn Of Molling's Guest, The Man Full Of Trouble

He is clean gold, he is Heaven about the sun, he is a silver vessel

having wine in it; he is an angel, he is the wisdom of saints; everyone

that is doing the will of the King.

 

He is a bird with a trap closing about him; he is a broken ship in

great danger; he is an empty vessel, he is a withered tree; he that

is not doing the will of the King.

 

He is a sweet-smelling branch with its blossoms; he is a vessel that

is full of honey; he is a shining stone of good luck; he who does the

will of the Son of God of Heaven.

 

He is a blind nut without profit; he is ill-smelling rottenness, he

is a withered tree; he is a wild apple branch without blossom; he that

is not doing the will of the King.

 

If he does the will of the Son of God of Heaven, he is a bright sun

with summer about it; he is the image of the God of Heaven; he is a

vessel of clear glass.

 

He is a racehorse over a smooth plain, the man that is striving for

the kingdom of the great God; he is a chariot that is seen under a

king, that wins the victory with golden bridles.

 

He is a sun that warms high heaven; the king to whom the great King

is thankful; he is a church, joyful, noble; he is a shrine having gold

about it.

 

He is an altar having wine poured upon it; having many quires singing

around; he is a clean chalice with ale in it; he is bronze, white,

shining, he is gold.