Prayer of the Cattle-Fold

I drive the kine within
The gateway of the herds.
On voice of the dead,
On voice of bull,
On voice of pairing,
On voice of grayling cow.
White-headed, strong-headed, of udder,
Be the big stone of the base of the couple
Without ceasing, without decreasing.
As a full-weighted tether
Trailing from the hunch of your rump.
Till bright daylight comes in to-morrow.
The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit,
Save you, and shield you, and tend you.
Till I or mine shall meet you again.