A Poem To Be Said on Hearing the Birds Sing - Douglas Hyde

A fragrant prayer upon the air
My child taught me,
Awaken there, the morn is fair,
The birds sing free;
Now dawns the day, awake and pray,
And bend the knee;
The Lamb who lay beneath the clay
Was slain for thee.

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Douglas Hyde (Douglas Ross Hyde also known as An Craoibhín Aoibhinn) (1860 - 1949) Ireland
Translated by Padraic Colum
Source: Anthology of Irish Verse, edited by Padraic Colum, New York: Boni and Liveright, 1922