CAEDMON sought the counsel of Hild, Abbess of the monastery at Whitby.

She had him repeat his tale, complete with his song, to her most learned monks, and they agreed that Caedmon possessed a heavenly gift. They set a fresh passage of Scripture for homework, which by morning he had woven into another song of surpassing wisdom and sweetness.

Hild now warmly invited Caedmon to join the monastery. Many of England’s future bishops and priests were in training there, and she was keen to see the farm-hand learn the whole Christian story, from the Creation to the life of Christ and the hope of heaven, in their company.

One day, though in fair health for his age, Caedmon asked for a bed in the infirmary, and to receive holy communion. He enquired how long it was until night prayers, and closed his eyes.

Presently, the chants began and, as if at a summons, Caedmon gave his soul into the hands of the Creator.