'A Furore Normannorum Libera Nos, Domine' Poem by Captain Cur

From the East and to the West the sun must surely hope
adventuring as it shines on all within its scope.
The Northern and Southern poles made plain before its eye
hanging like a burning wick that flames above the sky;
now looks on England in seven hundred ninety-three,
Vikings attacked Lindisfarne, thus began their terror spree.
A seaside abbey off the coast of Northumberland
where learned and insightful monks were dragged across the sand,
captured by the warring Norse, repeopling them as slaves,
'Free us from the fury of the Northmen, Lord, ' this they prayed,
'A furore Normannorum libera nos, Domine, '
some survived the journey back, others drowned beneath the sea.