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If I Have Any Worth, It Is To Live My Life For God So As To Teach These Peoples; Even Though Some Of Them Still Look Down On Me.

I Am Patrick, Yes A Sinner And Indeed Untaught; Yet I Am Established Here In Ireland Where I Profess Myself Bishop. I Am Certain In My Heart That 'all That I Am,' I Have Received From God. So I Live Among Barbarous Tribes, A Stranger And Exile For The Love Of God.

I Grieve For You, How I Mourn For You, Who Are So Very Dear To Me, But Again I Can Rejoice Within My Heart, Not For Nothing Have I Labored, Neither Has My Exile Been In Vain.

I Am Imperfect In Many Things, Nevertheless I Want My Brethren And Kinsfolk To Know My Nature So That They May Be Able To Perceive My Soul's Desire.

And There I Saw In The Night The Vision Of A Man....coming As It Were From Ireland, With Countless Letters. And He Gave Me One Of Them, And I Read The Opening Words Of The Letter, Which Were, The Voice Of The Irish...and As I Read The Beginning Of The Letter I Thought That At The Same Moment I Heard Their Voice - They Were Those Beside The Wood Of Voclut, Which Is Near The Western Sea - And Thus Did They Cry Out As With One Mouth: We Ask Thee, Boy, Come And Walk Among Us Once More.