WHEN St. Patrick this order established, He called us the 'Monks of the Screw'; Good rules he revealed to our Abbot To guide us in what we should do. But first he replenished our fountain With liquor the best from on high; And he said, on the word of a saint, That the fountain should never run dry. 'Each year, when your octaves approach, In full chapter convened let me find you; And when to the convent you come, Leave your favourite temptation behind you. And be not a glass in your convent -- Unless on a festival -- found; And, this rule to enforce, I ordain it One festival all the year round. 'My brethren, be chaste -- till you're tempted; While sober, be grave and discreet; And humble your bodies with fasting, As oft as you've nothing to eat. Yet, in honour of fasting, one lean face Among you I'd always require; If the Abbot should please, he may wear it, If not, let it come to the Prior.' Come, let each take his chalice, my brethren, And with due devotion prepare, With hands and with voices uplifted, Our hymn to conclude with a prayer. May this chapter oft joyously meet, And this gladsome libation renew, To the Saint, and the Founder, and Abbot, And Prior, and Monks of the Screw! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE |