Holy Hilda,
Abbess of the English,
Nobly born,
through Paulinus you became
A daughter
of Christ the High King,
And the
years of your life showed you to be
A true
servant of the Holy Trinity:
Three and
thirty in secular life,
Three and
thirty in monastic life.
But these
many threes tell little of your
Holiness. In Streanaeshalch you lived
The angelic
life with sisters many.
Though by
your righteousness, peace, and charity
You became
the mother of more by far:
Plain folk,
kings and æthelings, bishops, priests,
Holy men and
women, all those near and far,
Were blessed
by your wisdom and way of life.
In sickness,
too, you were steadfast in virtue.
Wherefore,
you were greeted with radiant light
When the
Master’s holy angels came to take
Your pure
soul to her heavenly abode.
Your life, Mama,
indeed is full of light.
Such was the
vision seen by Breguswith,
Thine own
dear mother, who from beneath
Her clothing
brought forth such a shining jewel
That all
England was lit by its brilliance.
Holy Mother
Hilda, the South lies
In twilight dusk,
fading fast to darkness.
Illumine us,
shed divine Grace upon us,
Pour
Christ-fire into our cold, stony hearts,
Till the
Southland, too, is filled with holy Light.
Holy
icon from http://orthodoxengland.org.uk/hilda.htm,
17 Nov. 2017
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Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema
to the Union!
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