Osyth
The legend of St. Osyth
Sighere, though sad, gave her land, By the sea, with golden sand. A nunnery she built with care, With other women, living there.
But one day, Vikings sailed, Up the estuary, they railed. They raided, pillaged, without shame, And to Osyth's nunnery, they came.
Osyth's head, they cruelly took, But wait, there's more to this book! She picked it up, and off she went, To warn the nuns, her message sent.
Where she fell, a spring did flow, Healing waters, all aglow. Osyth's life on earth did end, But as a saint, her gifts descend.
Worshipped, praised, through all the days, Her legend lives in many ways. A monastery stands so grand, In the place of Osyth's land.
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