The Book of Dreams and Ghosts

Donald, whether naturally or by reason of his ghostly visitant, was a religious man, and commemorated his troubles in some verses which bear the name of "The Hymn of Donald Ban of the Bocan". In these he speaks of the common belief that he had done something to deserve all this annoyance, and makes mention of the "stones and clods" which flew about his house in the night time. Otherwise the hymn is mainly composed of religious sentiments, but its connection with the story makes it interesting, and the following is a literal translation of it. THE HYMN OF DONALD BAN O God that created me so helpless, Strengthen my belief and make it firm. Command an angel to come from Paradise, And take up his abode in my dwelling, To protect me from every trouble That wicked folks are putting in my way; Jesus, that did'st suffer Thy crucifixion, Restrain their doings, and be with me Thyself. Little wonder though I am thoughtful-- Always at the time when I go to bed The stones and the clods will arise-- How could a saint get sleep there? I am without peace or rest, Without repose or sleep till the morning; O Thou that art in the throne of grace, Behold my treatment and be a guard to me. Little wonder though I am troubled, So many stories about me in every place. Some that are unjust will be saying, "It is all owing to himself, that affair". Judge not except as you know, Though the Son of God were awaking you; No one knows if I have deserved more Than a rich man that is without care.