God sent to comfort him a flock of spotless angelic birds; over the clear lake without fail they would sing in chorus their gentle proclamation.
And thus they called, auspiciously: 'Patrick, arise and come! Shield of the Gael, in pure glory, illustrious golden spark of fire.'
The whole host struck the lake with their smooth and shadowy wings, so that its chilly waters became like a silver sheen.
Hence comes the bright name The White Lake of Carra of the contests; I tell you this triumphant meaning as I have heard it in every church.
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