Charles Squire, The Mythology of the British Islands
“ Lifting up his voice, he invoked the Land of Ireland itself, a power higher than the gods it sheltered.“I invoke the land of Eriu!The shining, shining sea!The fertile, fertile hill!The wooded vale!The river abundant, abundant in water!The fishful, fishful lake!” In such strain runs the original incantation, one of those magic formulas whose power was held by ancient, and still is held by savage, races to reside in their exact consecrated wording rather than in their meaning. ”
