,,dreams ,,and ,,images ,,an ,,anthology ,,of ,,catholic ,,poets ,,dreams ,,and ,,images ,,an ,,anthology of ,,catholic ,,poets ,edited by ,,joyce ,,kilmer ,,toronto ,,the ,,musson ,,book ,,company ,,limited ,copyright1 #aiag1 ,boni ,liveright1 ,inc4 ,printed in the ,u4 ,s4 of ,america ,,acknowledgment ,for advice and assistance in collecting and arranging these poems1 ,i am grateful to many friends1 especially to ,mr4 ,t4 ,r4 ,smith1 ,miss ,caroline ,giltinan and ,mr4 ,john ,bunker4 ,the publishers1 editors and authors who have kindly consented to let me use copyright material are numerous and ,i assure them of my deep sense of obligation4 ,in particular ,i desire to thank the following publishers for their generous permission to use all that ,i required from their lists3 ,charles ,scribner's ,sons1 ,john ,lane ,company1 ,small1 ,maynard ,company1 ,p4 ,j4 ,kennedy ,sons1 ,frederick ,a4 ,stokes ,company1 ,the ,catholic ,world1 ,houghton ,mifflin ,company1 ,the ,encyclopaedia ,press1 ,henry ,holt ,company1 ,the ,devin-,adair ,company1 ,little1 ,brown ,company1 ,the ,macmillan ,company1 ,elkin ,mathews1 ,the ,ave ,maria1 ,laurence ,gomme1 and ,wilfrid ,meynell4 ,j4 ,k4 ,to ,,rev4 ,,james ,j4 ,,daly1 ,s4,j4 ,,introduction ,this is not a collection of devotional poems4 ,it is not an attempt to rival ,orby ,shipley's admirable 8,carmina ,mariana0 or any other similar anthology4 ,what ,i have tried to do is to bring together the poems in ,english that ,i like best that were written by ,catholics since the middle of the ,nineteenth ,century4 ,there are in this book poems religious in theme2 there are also love-songs and war songs4 ,but ,i think that it may be called a book of ,catholic poems4 ,for a ,catholic is not a ,catholic only when he prays2 he is a ,catholic in all the thoughts and actions of his life4 ,and when a ,catholic attempts to reflect in words some of the ,beauty of which as a poet he is conscious1 he cannot be far from prayer and adoration4 ,the ,church has never been without her great poets4 ,and in the ,nineteenth ,century there was a splendid renascence of ,catholic poetry written in ,english4 ,it had already begun when ,francis ,thompson wrote his ,essay on ,shelley1 in which he longed for the by-gone days when poetry was 8the lesser sister and helpmate of the ,church2 the minister to the mind1 as the ,church to the soul40 ,the members of the ,pre-,raphaelite ,brotherhood were not ,catholics1 but their movement was related to the renascence of ,catholic poetry--it was an attempt to restore to art and letters some of the glory of the days before what is called the ,reformation4 ,coventry ,patmore carried the theories of the ,pre-,raphaelite ,brotherhood to their logical conclusion1 as ,newman did those of the ,tractarians4 ,coventry ,patmore became a ,catholic1 and found in his ,faith his inspiration and his theme4 ,and his disciple ,francis ,thompson1 born to the ,faith which ,patmore reached by way of the divine adventure of conversion1 with art even greater than that of his master1 made of the language of ,protestant ,england an instrument of ,catholic adoration4 ,a few of the poets represented in this book were not yet ,catholics when they wrote the poems ,i have quoted4 ,but ,i do not think that anyone will find fault with me for including ,newman and ,hawker among the ,catholic poets4 ,i am very sorry that the limitations of space have made me exclude many poems dear to me1 many poems that are part of the world's literary heritage4 ,there should be many ,catholic anthologies4 ,the poet sees things hidden from other men1 but he sees them only in dreams4 ,a poet is 7by the very origin of the word7 a maker1 but a maker of images1 not a creator of life4 ,this is a book of reflections of the ,beauty which mortal eyes can see only in reflection1 a book of dreams of that ,truth which one day we shall waking understand4 ,a book of images it is1 too1 containing representations carved by those who worked by the aid of memory1 the strange memory of men living in ,faith4 ,,joyce ,,kilmer4 ,august1 #aiag4 #afeth ,regiment1 ,camp ,mills1 ,mineola1 ,new ,york4 ,,contents ,,page ,,belloc1 ,,hilaire ,our ,lord and ,lady #a ,to the ,balliol ,men ,still in ,africa #b ,the ,south ,country #c ,the ,early ,morning #f ,the ,prophet ,lost in the ,hills at ,evening #f ,the ,birds #g ,courtesy #h ,noel #i ,,benson1 ,,robert ,,hugh ,after a ,retreat #aj ,the ,teresian ,contemplation #aa ,,blunt1 ,,wilfred ,,scawen ,how ,shall ,i ,build #ab ,song #ac ,the ,desolate ,city #ac ,,brayton1 ,,teresa ,a ,christmas ,song #af ,,campbell1 ,,nancy ,like ,one ,i ,know #ah ,,carbery1 ,,ethna ,mea ,culpa #ai ,in ,tir-na'n-,og #bj ,,carroll1 ,p4 ,j4 ,lady ,day in ,ireland #bb ,st4 ,patrick's ,treasure #bc ,,casey1 ,d4 ,a4 ,the ,spouse of ,christ #bd ,,colum1 ,,padraic ,christ the ,comrade #be ,an ,old ,woman of the ,roads #be ,,conway1 ,,katherine ,,eleanor ,the ,heaviest ,cross of ,all #bf ,saturninus #bh ,,cox1 ,,eleanor ,,rogers ,dreaming of ,cities ,dead #bi ,death of ,cuchulain #cj ,gods and ,heroes of the ,gael #cb ,at ,benediction #cd ,,custance1 ,,olive ,primrose ,hill #cd ,twilight #ce ,,daly1 ,,thomas ,a4 ,to a ,thrush #cf ,to a ,plain ,sweetheart #dj ,to a ,robin #dj ,the ,poet #da ,october #db ,,de ,,vere1 ,,aubrey ,sorrow #dc ,human ,life #dd ,cardinal ,manning #de ,song #de ,,dollard1 ,,james ,b4 ,the ,sons of ,patrick #df ,song of the ,little ,villages #dh ,the ,soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe #di ,,donahue1 ,d4 ,j4 ,the ,angelic ,chorus #ea ,,donnelly1 ,,eleanor ,ladye ,chapel at ,eden ,hall #eb ,mary ,immaculate #eb ,,downing1 ,,eleanor ,the ,pilgrim #ec ,on the ,feast of the ,assumption #ed ,mary #ee ,,dowson1 ,,ernest ,extreme ,unction #eh ,benedictio ,domini #eh ,carthusians #eh ,,drane1 ,,augusta ,t4 ,maris ,stella #fj ,,earls1 ,s4,j41 ,,michael ,an ,autumn ,rose ,tree #fb ,to a ,carmelite ,postulant #fc ,,eden1 ,,helen ,,parry ,a ,purpose of ,amendment #fd ,the ,confessional #fe ,an ,elegy #ff ,sorrow #gj ,,edmund1 ,c4,p41 ,,father ,our ,lady's ,death #ga ,,egan1 ,,maurice ,,francis ,vigil of the ,immaculate ,conception #ga ,the ,old ,violin #gb ,maurice de ,guerin #gc ,he ,made ,us ,free #gc ,,faber1 ,,father ,grandeur of ,mary #ge ,right ,must ,win #gg ,,fitzpatrick1 ,,john ,mater ,dolorosa #gi ,,furlong1 ,,alice ,yuletide #gi ,,gaffney1 ,o4,p41 ,,francis ,a4 ,our ,lady of the ,rosary #ha ,,garesch1 ,s4,j41 ,,edward ,f4 ,at the ,leap of the ,waters #ha ,niagara #hc ,,giltinan1 ,,caroline ,communion #he ,,griffin1 ,,gerald ,the ,nightingale #hf ,,guiney1 ,,louise ,,imogen ,tryste ,noel #hf ,the ,wild ,ride #hg ,ode for a ,master ,mariner ,ashore #hi ,in ,leinster #ia ,,hawker1 ,,robert ,,stephen ,aunt ,mary #ib ,king ,arthur's ,wassail #ic ,,hayes1 ,,james ,m4 ,old ,nuns #id ,the ,mother of the ,rose #ie ,transfiguration #if ,,hickey1 ,,emily ,m4 ,beloved1 ,it ,is ,morn #ig ,a ,sea ,story #ih ,,hopkins1 ,s4,j41 ,,gerard ,the ,starlight ,night #ii ,the ,habit of ,perfection #ajj ,spring #aja ,,iris1 ,,scharmel ,the ,friar of ,genoa #ajb ,,johnson1 ,,lionel ,the ,dark ,angel #ajc ,te ,martyrum ,candidatus #aje ,christmas and ,ireland #ajf ,to ,my ,patrons #ajh ,our ,lady of the ,snows #aji ,cadgwith #aaa ,a ,friend #aab ,the ,statue of ,king ,charles at ,charing ,cross #aac ,,kelly1 ,,blanche ,,mary ,the ,housewife's ,prayer #aae ,brother ,juniper #aaf ,,kelley1 ,,mgr41 ,f4 ,c4 ,the ,throne of the ,king #aag ,,lathrop1 ,,george ,,parsons ,the ,child's ,wish ,granted #abg ,charity #abh ,,lathrop1 ,,rose ,,hawthorne ,a ,song ,before ,grief #abh ,the ,clock's ,song #abi ,,leamy1 ,,sir ,,edmund ,ireland #acj ,,leamy1 ,,edmund 7,senior7 ,music ,magic #acb ,gethsemane #acc ,my ,lips ,would ,sing---- #acd ,my ,ship #ace ,visions #ace ,,leslie1 ,,shane ,ireland1 ,mother of ,priests #acg ,,lindsay1 ,,ruth ,,temple ,the ,hunters #ach ,,livingston1 ,,father ,in ,cherry ,land #adj ,m4 ,s4 ,m4 ,surrender #ada ,,mangan1 ,,james ,,clarence ,pentecost #adb ,dark ,rosaleen #adc ,,macdonagh1 ,,thomas ,what is ,white8 #adf ,wishes for ,my ,son #adg ,,macmanus1 ,,seumas ,resignation #adh ,in ,dark ,hour #aej ,,maynard1 ,,theodore ,a ,song of ,colours #aea ,the ,world's ,miser #aeb ,cecidit1 ,cecidit1 ,babylon ,magna #aec ,a ,song of ,laughter #aed ,apocalypse #aee ,,mccarthy1 ,,denis ,a4 ,st4 ,brigid #aef ,rosa ,mystica #afj ,the ,poor ,man's ,daily ,bread #afa ,,mcgee1 ,,thomas ,d',,arcy ,to ,ask ,our ,lady's ,patronage #afb ,,meynell1 ,,alice ,a ,general ,communion #afc ,the ,shepherdess #afc ,christ in the ,universe #afd 8,i ,am the ,way0 #afe ,via1 et ,veritas1 et ,vita #aff ,unto ,us a ,son is ,given #aff ,to a ,daisy #afg ,the ,newer ,vainglory #afh ,,meynell1 ,,wilfrid ,the ,folded ,flock #afh ,,moriarty1 ,,helen ,l4 ,convent ,echoes #afi ,,newman1 ,,john ,,henry ,england #agj ,the ,pillar of the ,cloud #aga ,the ,greek ,fathers #aga ,relics of ,saints #agb ,the ,sign of the ,cross #agc ,o',,donnell1 ,c4,s4,c41 ,,charles ,l4 ,the ,son of ,god #agc ,to ,st4 ,joseph #agd ,the ,dead ,musician #age ,o',,hagan1 ,,thomas ,giotto's ,campanile #agh ,o',,reilly1 ,,john ,,boyle ,name of ,mary #agi ,o',,reilly1 ,,mary ,a4 ,a ,christmas ,carol #ahj ,o4 ,,sheel1 ,,shaemas ,roma ,mater ,sempaeterna #ahb ,mary's ,baby #ahc ,they ,went ,forth to ,battle #ahc ,he ,whom ,a ,dream ,hath ,possessed #ahd ,,pallen1 ,,cond ,,benoist ,maria ,immaculata #ahf ,the ,raising of the ,flag #aia ,the ,babe of ,bethlehem #aid ,,patmore1 ,,coventry ,the ,toys #aie 8,if ,i ,were ,dead0 #aig ,departure #aig ,regina ,cli #aii ,,pearse1 ,p4 ,h4 ,ideal #aii ,,phillips1 ,,charles ,music #bjj ,,plunkett1 ,,joseph ,m4 ,i ,see ,his ,blood ,upon the ,rose #bjb ,the ,stars ,sang in ,god's ,garden #bjb ,,probyn1 ,,may ,is ,it ,nothing to ,you8 #bjc ,the ,bees of ,myddleton ,manor #bjd ,,proctor1 ,,adelaide ,,anne ,a ,legend #baj ,the ,sacred ,heart #baa ,the ,annunciation #bad ,our ,daily ,bread #baf ,,randall1 ,,james ,,ryder ,my ,maryland #bag ,magdalen #bbj ,why the ,robin's ,breast ,was ,red #bba ,,repplier1 ,,agnes ,le ,repos in ,egypte--,the ,sphinx #bba ,,roche1 ,,james ,,jeffrey ,andromeda #bbb ,nature the ,false ,goddess #bbc ,three ,doves #bbd ,the ,way of the ,world #bbe ,,rooney1 ,,john ,,jerome ,ave ,maria #bbe ,revelation #bbg ,marquette on the ,shores of the ,mississippi #bbi ,the ,empire ,builder #bcj ,the ,men ,behind the ,guns #bcc ,,russell1 ,s4,j41 ,,matthew ,a ,thought ,from ,cardinal ,newman #bcd ,,ryan1 ,,abram ,j4 ,the ,conquered ,banner #bce ,a ,child's ,wish #bcg ,sword of ,robert ,e4 ,lee #bch ,song of the ,mystic #bci ,,seton1 ,e4 ,mary1 ,virgin and ,mother #bdb ,,sigerson ,,dora ,the ,wind on the ,hills #bdb ,,spalding1 ,,john ,,lancaster ,believe and ,take ,heart #bdd ,,stoddard1 ,,charles ,,warren ,ave ,maria ,bells #bde ,stigmata #bdf ,the ,bells of ,san ,gabriel #bdg ,,strahan1 ,g4,s4,c41 ,,speer ,the ,poor #bdi ,the ,promised ,country #bej ,holy ,communion #bej ,,swan1 ,,caroline ,d4 ,stars of ,cheer #bea ,,tabb1 ,,john ,,bannister ,christ and the ,pagan #beb ,out of ,bounds #bec ,father ,damien #bec ,recognition #bec 8,is ,thy ,servant a ,dog80 #bed ,,thompson1 ,,francis ,lilium ,regis #bed ,to the ,english ,martyrs #bee ,the ,hound of ,heaven #bfa ,the ,dread of ,height #bfg ,to ,my ,godchild #bgj ,,tynan1 ,,katherine ,michael the ,archangel #bgb ,planting ,bulbs #bgd ,sheep and ,lambs #bge ,the ,making of ,birds #bgf ,the ,man of the ,house #bgh ,,walsh1 ,,thomas ,clo et in ,terra #bgi ,egidio of ,coimbra #bha ,dreams and ,images ,,our ,,lord ,,and ,,our ,,lady ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,they warned ,our ,lady for the ,child ,that was ,our ,blessed ,lord1 ,and ,she took ,him into the desert wild1 ,over the camel's ford4 ,and a long song ,she sang to ,him ,and a short story told3 ,and ,she wrapped ,him in a woolen cloak ,to keep ,him from the cold4 ,but when ,our ,lord was grown a man ,the ,rich they dragged ,him down1 ,and they crucified ,him in ,golgotha1 ,out and beyond the ,town4 ,they crucified ,him on ,calvary1 ,upon an ,april day2 ,and because ,he had been her little ,son ,she followed ,him all the way4 ,our ,lady stood beside the ,cross1 ,a little space apart1 ,and when ,she heard ,our ,lord cry out ,a sword went through ,her ,heart4 ,they laid ,our ,lord in a marble tomb1 ,dead1 in a winding sheet4 ,but ,our ,lady stands above the world ,with the white ,moon at ,her feet4 ,,to ,,the ,,balliol ,,men ,,still ,,in ,,africa ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,years ago when ,i was at ,balliol1 ,balliol men--and ,i was one-- ,swam together in winter rivers1 ,wrestled together under the sun4 ,and still in the heart of us1 ,balliol1 ,balliol1 ,loved already1 but hardly known1 ,welded us each of us into the others3 ,called a levy and chose her own4 ,here is a ,house that armours a man ,with the eyes of a boy and the heart of a ranger1 ,and a laughing way in the teeth of the world ,and a holy hunger and thirst for danger3 ,balliol made me1 ,balliol fed me1 ,whatever ,i had she gave me again3 ,and the best of ,balliol loved and led me1 ,god be with you1 ,balliol men4 ,i have said it before1 and ,i say it again1 ,there was treason done1 and a false word spoken1 ,and ,england under the dregs of men1 ,and bribes about1 and a treaty broken3 ,but angry1 lonely1 hating it still1 ,i wished to be there in spite of the wrong4 ,my heart was heavy for ,cumnor ,hill ,and the hammer of galloping all day long4 ,galloping outward into the weather1 ,hands a-ready and battle in all3 ,words together and wine together ,and song together in ,balliol ,hall4 ,rare and single6 ,noble and few6444 ,oh6 they have wasted you over the sea6 ,the only brothers ever ,i knew1 ,the men that laughed and quarrelled with me4 99 99 99 99 99 ,balliol made me1 ,balliol fed me1 ,whatever ,i had she gave me again2 ,and the best of ,balliol loved and led me1 ,god be with you1 ,balliol men4 ,,the ,,south ,,country ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,when ,i am living in the ,midlands ,that are sodden and unkind1 ,i light my lamp in the evening3 ,my work is left behind2 ,and the great hills of the ,south ,country ,come back into my mind4 ,the great hills of the ,south ,country ,they stand along the sea2 ,and it's there walking in the high woods ,that ,i could wish to be1 ,and the men that were boys when ,i was a boy ,walking along with me4 ,the men that live in ,north ,england ,i saw them for a day3 ,their hearts are set upon the waste fells1 ,their skies are fast and grey2 ,from their castle-walls a man may see2 ,the mountains far away4 ,the men that live in ,west ,england ,they see the ,severn strong1 ,a-rolling on rough water brown1 ,light aspen leaves along4 ,they have the secret of the ,rocks1 ,and the oldest kind of song4 ,but the men that live in the ,south ,country ,are the kindest and most wise1 ,they get their laughter from the loud surf1 ,and the faith in their happy eyes ,comes surely from our ,sister the ,spring ,when over the sea she flies2 ,the violets suddenly bloom at her feet1 ,she blesses us with surprise4 ,i never get between the pines ,but ,i smell the ,sussex air2 ,nor ,i never come on a belt of sand ,but my home is there4 ,and along the sky the line of ,downs ,so noble and so bare4 ,a lost thing could ,i never find1 ,nor a broken thing mend3 ,and ,i fear ,i shall be all alone ,when ,i get towards the end4 ,who will there be to comfort me ,or who will be my friend8 ,i will gather and carefully make my friends ,of the men of the ,sussex ,weald1 ,they watch the stars from silent folds1 ,they stiffly plough the field4 ,by them and the ,god of the ,south ,country ,my poor soul shall be healed4 ,if ,i ever become a rich man1 ,or if ever ,i grow to be old1 ,i will build a house with deep thatch ,to shelter me from the cold1 ,and there shall the ,sussex songs be sung ,and the story of ,sussex told4 ,i will hold my house in the high wood ,within a walk of the sea1 ,and the men that were boys when ,i was a boy ,shall sit and drink with me4 ,,the ,,early ,,morning ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,the moon on the one hand1 the dawn on the other3 ,the moon is my sister1 the dawn is my brother1 ,the moon on my left and the dawn on my right4 ,my brother1 good morning3 my sister1 good night4 ,,the ,,prophet ,,lost ,,in ,,the ,,hills ,,at ,,evening ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,strong ,god which made the topmost stars ,to circulate and keep their course1 ,remember me2 whom all the bars ,of sense and dreadful fate enforce4 ,above me in your heights and tall1 ,impassable the summits freeze1 ,below the haunted waters call ,impassable beyond the trees4 ,i hunger and ,i have no bread4 ,my gourd is empty of the wine4 ,surely the footsteps of the dead ,are shuffling softly close to mine6 ,it darkens4 ,i have lost the ford4 ,there is a change on all things made4 ,the rocks have evil faces1 ,lord1 ,and ,i am awfully afraid4 ,remember me6 the ,voids of ,hell ,expand enormous all around4 ,strong friend of souls1 ,emmanuel1 ,redeem me from accursed ground4 ,the long descent of wasted days1 ,to these at last have led me down2 ,remember that ,i filled with praise ,the meaningless and doubtful ways ,that lead to an eternal town4 ,i challenged and ,i kept the ,faith1 ,the bleeding path alone ,i trod2 ,it darkens4 ,stand about my wraith1 ,and harbour me--almighty ,god6 ,,the ,,birds ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,when ,jesus ,christ was four years old1 ,the angels brought ,him toys of gold1 ,which no man ever had bought or sold4 ,and yet with these ,he would not play4 ,he made ,him small fowl out of clay1 ,and blessed them till they flew away3 ,tu creasti ,domine4 ,jesus ,christ1 ,thou child so wise1 ,bless mine hands and fill mine eyes1 ,and bring my soul to ,paradise4 ,,courtesy ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,of ,courtesy1 it is much less ,than ,courage of ,heart or ,holiness1 ,yet in my ,walks it seems to me ,that the ,grace of ,god is in ,courtesy4 ,on ,monks ,i did in ,storrington fall1 ,they took me straight into their ,hall2 ,i saw ,three ,pictures on a wall1 ,and ,courtesy was in them all4 ,the first ,annunciation2 ,the second the ,visitation2 ,the third the ,consolation1 ,of ,god that was ,our ,lady's ,son4 ,the first was of ,saint ,gabriel2 ,on ,wings a-flame from ,heaven he fell2 ,and as he went upon one knee ,he shone with ,heavenly ,courtesy4 ,our ,lady out of ,nazareth rode---- ,it was her month of heavy load2 ,yet was ,her face both great and kind1 ,for ,courtesy was in ,her ,mind4 ,the third it was our ,little ,lord1 ,whom all the ,kings in arms adored2 ,he was so small you could not see ,his large intent of ,courtesy4 ,our ,lord1 that was ,our ,lady's ,son1 ,go bless you1 ,people1 one by one2 ,my ,rhyme is written1 my work is done4 ,,noel ,,by ,,hilaire ,,belloc ,i ,on a winter's night long time ago 7,the bells ring loud and the bells ring low71 ,when high howled wind1 and down fell snow 7,carillon1 ,carilla74 ,saint ,joseph he and ,notre ,dame1 ,riding on an ass1 full weary came ,from ,nazareth into ,bethlehem1 ,and the small child ,jesus smile on you4 ,,ii ,and ,bethlehem inn they stood before 7,the bells ring less and the bells ring more71 ,the landlord bade them begone from his door 7,carillon1 ,carilla74 8,poor folk0 7says he71 8must lie where they may1 ,for the ,duke of ,jewry comes this way1 ,with all his train on a ,christmas ,day40 ,and the small child ,jesus smile on you4 ,,iii ,poor folk that may my carol hear 7,the bells ring single and the bells ring clear71 ,see6 ,god's one child had hardest cheer6 7,carillon1 ,carilla74 ,men grown hard on a ,christmas morn2 ,the dumb beast by and a babe forlorn4 ,it was very1 very cold when our ,lord was born4 ,and the small child ,jesus smile on you4 ,,iv ,now these were ,jews as ,jews may be 7,the bells ring merry and the bells ring free74 ,but ,christian men in a band are we 7,carillon1 ,carilla74 ,empty we go1 and ill be-dight1 ,singing ,noel on a ,winter's night4 ,give us to sup by the warm firelight1 ,and the small child ,jesus smile on you4 ,,after ,a ,,retreat ,,by ,,robert ,,hugh ,,benson ,what hast thou learnt to-day8 ,hast thou sounded awful mysteries1 ,hast pierced the veild skies1 ,climbed to the feet of ,god1 ,trodden where saints have trod1 ,fathomed the heights above8 ,nay1 ,this only have ,i learnt1 that ,god is love4 ,what hast thou heard to-day8 ,hast heard the ,angel-trumpets cry1 ,and rippling harps reply2 ,heard from the ,throne of flame ,whence ,god incarnate came ,some thund'rous message roll8 ,nay1 ,this have ,i heard1 ,his voice within my soul4 ,what hast thou felt to-day8 ,the pinions of the ,angel-guide ,that standeth at thy side ,in rapturous ardours beat1 ,glowing1 from head to feet1 ,in ecstasy divine8 ,nay1 ,this only have ,i felt1 ,christ's hand in mine4 ,,the ,,teresian ,,contemplative ,,by ,,robert ,,hugh ,,benson ,she moves in tumult2 round her lies ,the silence of the world of grace2 ,the twilight of our mysteries ,shines like high noonday on her face2 ,our piteous guesses1 dim with fears1 ,she touches1 handles1 sees1 and hears4 ,in her all longings mix and meet2 ,dumb souls through her are eloquent2 ,she feels the world beneath her feet ,thrill in a passionate intent2 ,through her our tides of feeling roll ,and find their ,god within her soul4 ,her faith and awful ,face of ,god ,brightens and blinds with utter light2 ,her footsteps fall where late ,he trod2 ,she sinks in roaring voids of night2 ,cries to her ,lord in black despair1 ,and knows1 yet knows not1 ,he is there4 ,a willing sacrifice she takes ,the burden of our fall within2 ,holy she stands2 while on her breaks ,the lightning of the wrath of sin2 ,she drinks her ,saviour's cup of pain1 ,and1 one with ,jesus1 thirsts again4 ,,how ,,shall ,i ,,build ,,by ,,wilfrid ,,scawen ,,blunt ,how shall ,i build my temple to the ,lord1 ,unworthy ,i1 who am thus foul of heart8 ,how shall ,i worship who no traitor word ,know but of love to play a suppliant's part8 ,how shall ,i pray1 whose soul is as a mart1 ,for thoughts unclean1 whose tongue is as a sword ,even for those it loves1 to wound and smart8 ,behold how little ,i can help ,thee1 ,lord4 ,the ,temple ,i would build should be all white1 ,each stone the record of a blameless day2 ,the souls that entered there should walk in light1 ,clothed in high chastity and wisely gay4 ,lord1 here is darkness4 ,yet this heart unwise1 ,bruised in ,thy service1 take in sacrifice4 ,,song ,,by ,,wilfrid ,,scawen ,,blunt ,o fly not1 ,pleasure1 pleasant-hearted ,pleasure2 ,fold me thy wings1 ,i prithee1 yet and stay3 ,for my heart no measure ,knows1 or other treasure ,to buy a garland for my love to-day4 ,and thou1 too1 ,sorrow1 tender-hearted ,sorrow1 ,thou gray-eyed mourner1 fly not yet away3 ,for ,i fain would borrow ,thy sad weeds to-morrow1 ,to make a mourning for love's yesterday4 ,the voice of ,pity1 ,time's divine dear ,pity1 ,moved me to tears3 ,i dared not say them nay1 ,but passed forth from the city1 ,making thus my ditty ,of fair love lost forever and a day4 ,,the ,,desolate ,,city ,,by ,,wilfrid ,,scawen ,,blunt ,dark to me is the earth4 ,dark to me are the heavens4 ,where is she that ,i loved1 the woman with eyes like stars8 ,desolate are the streets4 ,desolate is the city4 ,a city taken by storm1 where none are left but the slain4 ,sadly ,i rose at dawn1 undid the latch of my shutters1 ,thinking to let in light1 but ,i only let in love4 ,birds in the boughs were awake2 ,i listen'd to their chaunting2 ,each one sang to his love2 only ,i was alone4 ,this1 ,i said in my heart1 is the hour of life and pleasure4 ,now each creature on earth has his joy1 and lives in the sun1 ,each in another's eyes finds light1 the light of compassion1 ,this is the moment of pity1 this is the moment of love4 ,speak1 ,o desolate city6 ,speak1 ,o silence in sadness6 ,where is she that loved in my strength1 that spoke to my soul8 ,where are those passionate eyes that appealed to my eyes in passion8 ,where is the mouth that kiss'd me1 the breast that ,i laid to my own8 ,speak1 thou soul of my soul1 for rage in my heart is kindled4 ,tell me1 where didst thou flee in the day of destruction and fear8 ,see1 my arms enfold thee1 enfolding thus all heaven1 ,see1 my desire is fulfilled in thee1 for it fills the earth4 ,thus in my grief ,i lamented4 ,then turned ,i from the window1 ,turn'd to the stair1 and the open door1 and the empty street1 ,crying aloud in my grief1 for there was none to chide me1 ,none to mock my weakness1 none to behold my tears4 ,groping ,i went1 as blind4 ,i sought her house1 my beloved's4 ,there ,i stopp'd at the silent door1 and listen'd and tried the latch4 ,love1 ,i cried1 dost thou slumber8 ,this is no hour for slumber1 ,this is the hour of love1 and love ,i bring in my hand4 ,i knew the house with its windows barr'd1 and its leafless fig-tree1 ,climbing round by the doorstep1 the only one in the street2 ,i knew where my hope had climbed to its goal and there encircled1 ,all those desolate walls once held1 my beloved's heart4 ,there in my grief she consoled me4 ,she loved when ,i loved not4 ,she put her hand in my hand1 and set her lips to my lips4 ,she told me all her pain and show'd me all her trouble4 ,i1 like a fool1 scarce heard1 hardly return'd her kiss4 ,love1 thy eyes were like torches4 ,they changed as ,i beheld them4 ,love1 thy lips were like gems1 the seal thou settest on my life4 ,love1 if ,i loved not then1 behold this hour thy vengeance2 ,this is the fruit of thy love and thee1 the unwise grown wise4 ,weeping strangled my voice4 ,i call'd out1 but none answered2 ,blindly the windows gazed back at me1 dumbly the door2 ,she whom ,i love1 who loved me1 look'd not on my yearning1 ,gave me no more her hands to kiss1 show'd me no more her soul4 ,therefore the earth is dark to me1 the sunlight blackness1 ,therefore ,i go in tears and alone1 by night and day2 ,therefore ,i find my love in heaven1 no light1 no beauty1 ,a heaven taken by storm1 where none are left but the slain6 ,a ,,christmas ,,song ,,by ,,teresa ,,brayton ,o ,lord1 as ,you lay so soft and white1 ,a ,babe in a manger stall1 ,with the big star flashing across the night1 ,did you know and pity us all8 ,did the wee hands1 close as a rosebud curled1 ,with the call of their mission ache1 ,to be out and saving a weary world ,for ,your merciful ,father's sake8 ,did ,you hear the cries of the groping blind1 ,the woe of the leper's prayer1 ,the surging sorrow of all mankind1 ,as ,you lay by ,your ,mother there8 ,beyond the shepherds1 low bending down1 ,the long1 long road did ,you see ,that led from peaceful ,bethlehem town ,to the summit of ,calvary8 ,the world grown weary of wasting strife1 ,had called for the ,christ to rise2 ,for sin had poisoned the springs of life ,and only the dead were wise4 ,but1 wrapped in a dream of scornful pride1 ,too high were its eyes to see ,a ,child1 foredoomed to be crucified1 ,on a peasant ,mother's knee4 ,but1 while the heavens with glad acclaim ,sang out the tale of ,your birth1 ,a mystic echo of comfort came ,to the desolate souls of earth4 ,for the thrill of a slowly turning tide ,was felt in that grey daybreak1 ,as if ,god1 the ,father1 had sanctified ,all sorrow for ,one ,man's sake4 ,o ,child of the ,promise6 ,lord of ,love6 ,o ,master of all the earth6 ,while the angels are singing their songs above1 ,we bring our gifts to ,your birth4 ,just the blind man's cry1 and the lame man's pace1 ,and the leper's pitiful call2 ,on these1 over infinite fields of space1 ,look down1 for ,you know them all4 ,,like ,,one ,i ,,know ,,by ,,nancy ,,campbell ,little ,christ was good1 and lay ,sleeping1 smiling in the hay2 ,never made the cows round eyes ,open wider at ,his cries2 ,never when the night was dim1 ,startled guardian ,seraphim1 ,who above ,him in the beams ,kept their watch round ,his white dreams2 ,let the rustling brown mice creep ,undisturbed about ,his sleep4 ,yet if it had not been so-- ,had ,he been like one ,i know1 ,fought with little fumbling hands1 ,kicked inside ,his swaddling bands1 ,puckered wilful crimsoning face-- ,mary ,mother1 full of grace1 ,at that little naughty thing1 ,still had been a-worshipping4 ,,mea ,,culpa ,,by ,,ethna ,,carbery ,be pitiful1 my ,god6 ,no hard-won gifts ,i bring-- ,but empty1 pleading hands ,to ,thee at evening4 ,spring came1 white-browed and young1 ,i1 too1 was young with ,spring4 ,there was a blue1 blue heaven ,above a skylark's wing4 ,youth is the time for joy1 ,i cried1 it is not meet ,to mount the heights of toil ,with child-soft feet4 ,when ,summer walked the land ,in ,passion's red arrayed1 ,under green sweeping boughs ,my couch ,i made4 ,the noon-tide heat was sore1 ,i slept the ,summer through2 ,an angel waked me--8,thou ,hast work to do40 ,i rose and saw the sheaves ,upstanding in a row2 ,the reapers sang ,thy praise ,while passing to and fro4 ,my hands were soft with ease1 ,long were the ,autumn hours2 ,i left the ripened sheaves ,for poppy-flowers4 ,but lo6 now ,winter glooms1 ,and gray is in my hair1 ,whither has flown the world ,i found so fair8 ,my patient ,god1 forgive6 ,praying ,thy pardon sweet ,i lay a lonely heart ,before ,thy feet4 ,,in ,,tir-,,na',n-,,og ,,by ,,ethna ,,carbery ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,summer and spring go hand in hand1 and in the radiant weather ,brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,the sagans sway this way and that1 the twisted fern uncloses1 ,the quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,the blackbird lilts1 the robin chirps1 the linnet wearies never1 ,they pipe to dancing feet of ,sidhe and thus shall pipe forever4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,all in a drift of apple blooms my true love there is roaming1 ,he will not come although ,i pray from dawning until gloaming4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,the ,sidhe desired my ,heart's ,delight1 they lured him from my keeping1 ,he stepped within a fairy ring while all the world was sleeping4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,he hath forgotten hill and glen where misty shadows gather1 ,the bleating of the mountain sheep1 the cabin of his father4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,he wanders in a happy dream thro' scented golden hours1 ,he flutes1 to woo a fairy love1 knee deep in fairy flowers4 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,in ,tir-na'n-,og1 ,no memory hath he of my face1 no sorrow for my sorrow1 ,my flax is spun1 my wheel is hushed1 and so ,i wait the morrow4 ,,lady ,,day ,,in ,,ireland ,,by ,p4 ,j4 ,,carroll1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,through the long ,august day1 mantled blue with a sky of ,our ,lady1 ,they are there at the well from the dawn till the sea birds go home2 ,and the trees bending down with broad leaves offer spots that are shady1 ,where the heart is at rest1 sighing prayers till the shadows are come4 ,the brown beads and the crucifix pass in procession through fingers ,that are pale as the snow or are hardened from labor and pain4 ,in each ,ave they whisper the deep ,celtic tenderness lingers1 ,like a sweet phrase in song that is echoed and echoed again4 ,marching down the white road with the sun in the noon of his splendor ,are the children1 with joy in the blue of their innocent eyes2 ,in their hearts is a song1 breaking forth into words that are tender1 ,unto her with the gold of the stars and the blue of the skies4 ,in the still summer air there's a chorus of minstrelsy breaking1 ,there are flashes of gold with a flutter and waving of wings3 ,mary's birds are they1 come with the dawn1 all the green woods forsaking1 ,every heart in them breaking for love with the message it brings4 ,through the calm ,august day1 with ,our ,lady's blue sky far above them1 ,and beyond the grey mountains where slumbers the ,irish green sea1 ,there they speak to her1 weep while they pray to her1 beg her to love them1 ,till beyond the bright stars where their home and their treasure shall be4 ,,st4 ,,patrick',s ,,treasure ,,by ,p4 ,j4 ,,carroll1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,called son by many lands1 ,thou art a father unto one4 ,of all these mothers claiming thee1 ,by honored titles naming thee1 ,we ask3 ,where is thy priceless birthright gone8 ,that blessed faith of thine1 ,they mothering thee have sold4 ,but she1 thy daughter dutiful1 ,has kept thy treasure beautiful ,through many sorrows in her heart of gold4 ,,the ,,spouse ,,of ,,christ ,,by ,d4 ,a4 ,,casey ,he came to her from out eternal years1 ,a smile upon ,his lips1 a tender smile ,that1 somehow1 spoke of partings and of tears4 ',twas eventide1 and silence brooded low ,on earth and sky--the hour when haunting fears ,of mystery pursue us as we go4 ,strange1 mystic shadows filled the temple dim1 ,but on the ,golden ,door the ruby glow ,spoke orisons more sweet than vesper hymn4 ,no human accents voiced ,his gentle call1 ,no crashing thunderbolts did wait on ,him1 ,as when of old ,he deigned to summon ,saul4 ,but heart did speak to heart1 an unseen chord ,in ,love's own scale did sweetly rise and fall2 ,nor questioned she1 but meekly answered 8,lord60 ,to-night some household counts a vacant chair1 ,but far on high ,christ portions the reward1 ,a hundred-fold for each poor human care4 ,,christ ,,the ,,comrade ,,by ,,padraic ,,colum ,christ1 by ,thine own darkened hour ,live within my heart and brain6 ,let my hands not slip the rein4 ,ah1 how long ago it is ,since a comrade rode with me6 ,now a moment let me see ,thyself1 lonely in the dark1 ,perfect1 without wound or mark4 ,,an ,,old ,,woman ,,of ,,the ,,roads ,,by ,,padraic ,,colum ,oh1 to have a little house1 ,to own the hearth and stool and all-- ,the heaped-up sods upon the fire1 ,the pile of turf against the wall6 ,to have a clock with weights and chains1 ,and pendulum swinging up and down6 ,a dresser filled with shining delph1 ,speckled and white and blue and brown6 ,i could be busy all the day ,clearing and sweeping hearth and floor1 ,and fixing on their shelf again ,my white and blue speckled store4 ,i could be quiet there at night ,beside the fire and by myself1 ,sure of a bed1 and loth to leave ,the ticking clock and shining delph4 ,och6 but ,i'm weary of mist and dark1 ,and roads where there's never a house or bush1 ,and tired ,i am of bog and road1 ,and the crying wind and the lonesome hush4 ,and ,i am praying to ,god on high1 ,and ,i am praying ,him night and day1 ,for a little house--a house of my own-- ,out of the wind's and the rain's way4 ,,the ,,heaviest ,,cross ,,of ,,all ,,by ,,katherine ,,eleanor ,,conway ,i've borne full many a sorrow1 ,i've suffered many a loss-- ,but now1 with a strange1 new anguish1 ,i carry this last dread cross2 ,for of this be sure1 my dearest1 whatever thy life befall1 ,the cross that our own hands fashion is the heaviest cross of all4 ,heavy and hard ,i made it in the days of my fair strong youth1 ,veiling mine eyes from the blessed light1 and closing my heart to truth4 ,pity me1 ,lord1 whose mercy passeth my wildest thought1 ,for ,i never dreamed of the bitter end of the work my hands had wrought6 ,in the sweet morn's flush and fragrance ,i wandered o'er dewy meadows1 ,and ,i hid from the fervid noontide glow in the cool green woodland shadows2 ,and ,i never recked1 as ,i sang aloud in my wilful1 selfish glee1 ,of the mighty woe that was drawing nigh to darken the world for me4 ,but it came at last1 my dearest--what need to tell thee how8 ,mayst never know of the wild1 wild woe that my heart is bearing now6 ,over my summer's glory crept a damp and chilling shade1 ,and ,i staggered under the heavy cross that my sinful hands had made4 ,i go where the shadows deepen1 and the end seems far off yet-- ,god keep thee safe from the sharing of this woeful late regret6 ,for of this be sure1 my dearest1 whatever thy life befall1 ,the crosses we make for ourselves1 alas6 are the heaviest ones of all4 ,,saturninus ,,by ,,katherine ,,eleanor ,,conway ,he might have won the highest guerdon that heaven to earth can give1 ,for whoso falleth for justice--dying1 he yet shall live4 ,he might have left us his memory to flame as a beacon light1 ,when clouds of the false world's raising shut the stars of heaven from sight4 ,he might have left us his name to ring in our triumph song ,when we stand1 as we'll stand at to-morrow's dawn1 by the grave of a world-old wrong4 ,for he gave thee1 ,o mother of valiant sons1 thou fair1 and sore oppressed1 ,the love of his youth and his manhood's choice--first-fruits of his life1 and best4 ,thine were throb of his heart and thought of his brain and toil of his strong right hand2 ,for thee he braved scorn and reviling1 and loss of gold and land1 ,threat and lure and false-hearted friend1 and blight of a broken word-- ,terrors of night and delay of light--prison and rack and sword4 ,for thee he bade death defiance--till the heavens opened wide1 ,and his face grew bright with reflex of light from the face of the ,crucified4 ,and his crown was in sight and his palm in reach and his glory all but won1 ,and then--he failed--,god help us6 with the worst of dying done4 ,only to die on the treacherous down by the hands of the tempters spread-- ,nay1 nay--make way for the strangers6 we have no right in the dead4 ,but oh1 for the beacon quenched1 that we dreamed would kindle and flame6 ,and oh1 for the standard smirched and shamed1 and the name we dare not name6 ,over the lonesome grave the shadows gather fast2 ,only the mother1 like ,god1 forgives1 and comforts her heart with the past4 ,,dreaming ,,of ,,cities ,,dead ,,by ,,eleanor ,,rogers ,,cox ,dreaming of cities dead1 ,of bright ,queens vanished1 ,of kings whose names were but as seed wind-blown ,e'en when white ,patrick's voice shook ,tara's throne1 ,my way along the great world-street ,i tread1 ,and keep the rites of ,beauty lost1 alone4 ,cairns level with the dust-- ,names dim with ,time's dull rust-- ,afar they sleep on many a wind-swept hill1 ,the beautiful1 the strong of heart and will-- ,on whose pale dreams no sunrise joy shall burst1 ,no harper's song shall pierce with battle-thrill4 ,long from their purpled heights1 ,their reign of high delights1 ,the ,queens have wended down ,death's mildewed stair1 ,leaving a scent of lilies on the air1 ,to gladden ,earth through all her days and nights1 ,that once she cherished anything so fair4 ,,death ,,of ,,cuchulain ,,by ,,eleanor ,,rogers ,,cox ,silent are the singers in the purple halls of ,emain1 ,silent all the harp-strings untouched of any hand1 ,wan as twilight roses the radiant1 royal women1 ,black unto the hearthstone the erstwhile flaming brand4 ,inward far from ocean the storm's white birds are flying1 ,darting1 like dim wraith flames across the falling night4 ,winds like a caoine through the quicken groves are sighing1 ,on no lip is laughter1 in no heart delight4 ,for thitherwards witch-wafted athwart the sundering spaces1 ,lo1 a word doom-freighted unto ,conchubar has come1 ,whispering of one who in far-off1 hostile places ,strikes a last defending blow for king and home4 ,and the ,king pacing lone in his place of ,high ,decision1 ,gazing with rapt eyes on that far-flung battle-plain1 ,through the red rains rising beholds with startled vision ,sight such as man's eye shall not see again4 ,for one there is dying1 of his foes at last outnumbered1 ,one whose soul a sword was1 shaped by ,god's own hand1 ,one who guarded ,ulaidh when all her knighthood slumbered1 ,prone beneath the curse laid of old upon the land4 ,and dying so1 alone1 of all mortal aid forsaken1 ,dead his peerless war steeds1 dead his charioteer1 ,yet the high splendor of his spirit all unshaken1 ,shines morning-bright through the ,death-mists drawing near4 ,and radiant round his brow yet the hero-flame is gleaming1 ,and firm yet his footstep upon the reddened sod1 ,as with sword uplifted towards the day's last beaming1 ,forth goes the spirit of ,cuchulain unto ,god4 ,leaving to his land and the ,celtic race forever ,that which shall not fail them throughout the fading years1 ,heritage of faith unchanged1 of fear-undimmed endeavor1 ,and a quenchless laughter ringing down the edge of hostile spears4 ,,gods ,,and ,,heroes ,,of ,,the ,,gael ,,by ,,eleanor ,,rogers ,,cox ,forth in shining phalanx marching from the shrouding mists of time1 ,bright the sunlight on their foreheads1 bright upon their golden mail1 ,lords of beauty1 lords of valor1 lords of ,earth's unconquered prime1 ,come the gods1 the kings1 the heroes of the ,gael4 ,lugh1 the splendor of whose shining lit the forest and the fen1 ,he whose smile at first illuming all the shadow-haunted space ,of the vast1 primeval ranges1 death-engirdled1 shunned of men1 ,over virgin seas to ,erin led our race4 ,mananaan1 great lord of ,ocean--he whose fair domain outspread ,wheresoever tides foam-flowered to the moon's high mandate move1 ,aengus1 clothed in youth immortal1 on immortal ardors fed1 ,who of old in golden ,brugh reigned lord of ,love4 ,and his name a knightly pennon on the ramparts of the world1 ,and his fame a fire unfailing on ,time's utmost purple height1 ,erin's peerless gage of courage to the vaunting ages hurled-- ,sunward evermore ,cuchulain holds his flight4 ,they are coming with the silver speech of ,erin on their lips2 ,the speech that once of all the mighty ,celtic race made kin1 ,they are coming with the laughter that has known no age-eclipse1 ,they are coming with the songs beloved of ,finn4 ,yea1 with gifts regenerating to all men of women born-- ,flame of courage that shall fade not1 flame of truth that shall not fail1 ,to the music of a thousand harps they're marching through the ,morn1 ,deathless gods and kings and heroes of the ,gael6 ,,at ,,benediction ,,by ,,eleanor ,,rogers ,,cox ,joy1 beauty1 awe1 supremest worship blending ,in one long breath of perfect ecstasy1 ,song from our hearts to ,god's own ,heart ascending1 ,the mortal merged in immortality4 ,there1 veiled beneath that sacramental whiteness1 ,the wonder that all wonders doth transcend1 ,the ,word that kindled chaos into brightness1 ,our ,lord1 our ,god1 our origin1 our end4 ,light1 light1 a sea of light1 unshored1 supernal1 ,is all about our finite being spread1 ,deep1 soundless waves of harmonies eternal ,their balm celestial on our spirits shed4 ,o ,source of ,life6 ,o ,fount of waters living6 ,o ,love1 to whom all powers of mind and soul1 ,we give1 and find again within the giving1 ,of ,thee renewed1 made consecrate and whole4 ,,primrose ,,hill ,,by ,,olive ,,custance ,wild heart in me that frets and grieves1 ,imprisoned here against your will 444 ,sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings 444 ,see6 ,i have found some golden things6 ,the poplar trees on ,primrose ,hill ,with all their shining play of leaves 444 ,and ,london like a silver bride1 ,that will not put her veil aside6 ,proud ,london like a painted ,queen1 ,whose crown is heavy on her head 444 ,city of sorrow and desire1 ,under a sky of opal fire1 ,amber and amethyst and red 444 ,and how divine the day has been6 ,for every dawn ,god builds again ,this world of beauty and of pain4444 ,wild heart that hungers for delight1 ,imprisoned here against your will2 ,sad heart1 so eager to be gay6 ,loving earth's lovely things 444 the play ,of wind and leaves on ,primrose ,hill 444 ,or ,london dreaming of the night 444 ,adventurous heart1 on beauty bent1 ,that only ,heaven could quite content6 ,,twilight ,,by ,,olive ,,custance ,spirit of ,twilight1 through your folded wings ,i catch a glimpse of your averted face1 ,and rapturous on a sudden1 my soul sings 8,is not this common earth a holy place80 ,spirit of ,twilight1 you are like a song ,that sleeps1 and waits a singer1--like a hymn ,that ,god finds lovely and keeps near ,him long1 ,till it is choired by aureoled cherubim4 ,spirit of ,twilight1 in the golden gloom ,of dreamland dim ,i sought you1 and ,i found ,a woman sitting in a silent room ,full of white flowers that moved and made no sound4 ,these white flowers were the thoughts you bring to all1 ,and the room's name is ,mystery where you sit1 ,woman whom we call ,twilight1 when night's pall ,you lift across our ,earth to cover it4 ,,to ,a ,,thrush ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,sing clear1 ,o6 throstle1 ,thou golden-tongued apostle ,and little brown-frocked brother ,of the loved ,assisian6 ,sing courage to the mother1 ,sing strength into the man1 ,for they1 who in another ,may ,trod ,hope's scant wine from grapes of pain1 ,have tasted in thy song to-day ,the bitter-sweet red lees again4 ,to them in whose sad ,may-time thou ,sang'st comfort from thy maple bough1 ,to tinge the presaged dole with sweet1 ,o6 prophet then1 be prophet now ,and paraclete6 ,that fateful ,may6 ,the pregnant vernal night ,was throbbing with the first faint pangs of day1 ,the while with ordered urge toward life and light1 ,earth-atoms countless groped their destined way2 ,and one full-winged to fret ,its tender oubliette1 ,the warding mother-heart above it woke1 ,darkling she lay in doubt1 then1 sudden wise1 ,whispered her husband's drowsy ear and broke ,the estranging seal of slumber from his eyes3 8,my hour is nigh3 arise60 ,already1 when1 with arms for comfort linked1 ,the lovers at an eastward window stood1 ,the rosy day1 in cloudy swaddlings1 blinked ,through misty green new-fledged in ,wister ,wood4 ,breathless upon this birth ,the still-entranced earth ,seemed brooding1 motionless in windless space4 ,then rose thy priestly chant1 ,o6 holy bird6 ,and heaven and earth were quickened with its grace2 ,to tears two wedded souls were moved who heard1 ,and one1 unborn1 was stirred6 ,o6 ,comforter1 enough that from thy green ,hid tabernacle in the wood's recess ,to those care-haunted lovers thou1 unseen1 ,should'st send thy flame-tipped song to cheer and bless4 ,enough for them to hear ,and feel thy presence near2 ,and yet when he1 regardful of her ease1 ,had led her back by brightening hall and stair ,to her own chamber's quietude and peace1 ,one maple-bowered window shook with rare1 ,sweet song--and thou wert there6 ,hunter of souls6 the loving chase so nigh ,those spirits twain had never come before4 ,they saw the sacred flame within thine eye2 ,to them the maple's depths quick glory wore1 ,as though ,god's hand had lit ,his altar-fire in it1 ,and made a fane1 of virgin verdure pleached1 ,wherefrom thou might'st in numbers musical ,expound the age-sweet words thy ,francis preached ,to thee and thine1 of ,god's benignant thrall ,that broodeth over all4 ,and they1 athirst for comfort1 sipped thy song1 ,but drank not yet thy deeper homily4 ,not yet1 but when parturient pangs grew strong1 ,and from its cell the young soul struggled free-- ,a new joy1 trailing grief1 ,a little crumpled leaf1 ,blighted before it burgeoned from the stem-- ,thou1 as the fabled robin to the rood1 ,wert minister of charity to them2 ,and from the shadows of sad parenthood ,they heard and understood4 ,makes ,god one soul a lure for snaring three8 ,ah6 surely2 so this nursling of the nest1 ,this teen-touched joy1 ere birth anoint of thee1 ,yet bears thy chrismal music in her breast4 ,five ,mays have come and sped ,above her sunny head1 ,and still the happy song abides in her4 ,for though on maimed limbs the body creeps1 ,it doth a spirit house whose pinions stir ,familiarly the far cerulean steeps ,where ,god ,his mansion keeps4 ,so come1 ,o6 throstle1 ,thou golden-tongued apostle ,and little brown-frocked brother ,of the loved ,assisian6 ,sing courage to the mother1 ,sing strength into the man1 ,that she who in another ,may ,came out of heaven1 trailing care1 ,may never know that sometimes gray ,earth's roof is and its cupboards bare4 ,to them in whose sad ,may-time thou ,sang'st comfort and thy maple bough1 ,to tinge the presaged dole with sweet1 ,o6 prophet then1 be prophet now ,and paraclete6 ,,to ,a ,,plain ,,sweetheart ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,i love thee1 dear1 for what thou art1 ,nor would ,i wish thee otherwise1 ,for when thy lashes lift apart ,i read1 deep-mirrored in thine eyes1 ,the glory of a modest heart4 ,wert thou as fair as thou art good1 ,it were not given to any man1 ,with daring eyes of flesh and blood1 ,to look thee in the face and scan ,the splendor of thy womanhood4 ,,to ,a ,,robin ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,i heard thee1 joyous votary1 ,pour forth thy heart in one ,sweet simple strain of melody ,to greet the rising sun1 ,when he across the morning's verge his first faint flare had flung ,and found the crimson of thy breast the whisp'ring leaves among1 ,in thine own tree ,which sheltered thee1 ,thy mate1 thy nest1 thy young4 ,i marked thee1 sorrow's votary1 ,when in the noon of day ,young vandals stormed thy sacred tree ,and bore thine all away2 ,the notes of grief that rent thy breast touched kindred chords in mine1 ,for memories of other days1 though slumbering still confine ,in mine own heart ,the bitter smart ,of sorrow such as thine4 ,i hear thee now1 sweet votary1 ,beside thy ruined nest1 ,lift up thy flood of melody ,against the crimsoned west1 ,forgetful of all else in this1 thy one sweet joyous strain4 ,i thank thee for this ecstasy of my remembered pain2 ,thou liftest up ,my sorrow's cup ,to sweeten it again4 ,,the ,,poet ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,the truest poet is not one ,whose golden fancies fuse and run ,to moulded phrases1 crusted o'er ,with flashing gems of metaphor2 ,whose art1 responsive to his will1 ,makes voluble the thoughts that fill ,the cultured windings of his brain1 ,yet takes no soundings of the pain1 ,the joy1 the yearnings of the heart ,untrammeled by the bonds of art1 ,o6 poet truer far than he ,is such a one as you may be1 ,when in the quiet night you keep ,mute vigil on the marge of sleep4 ,if then1 with beating heart1 you mark ,god's nearer presence in the dark1 ,and musing on the wondrous ways ,of ,him who numbers all your days1 ,pay tribute to ,him with your tears ,for joys1 for sorrows1 hopes and fears ,which he has blessed and given to you1 ,you are the poet1 great and true4 ,for there are songs within the heart ,whose perfect melody no art ,can teach the tongue of man to phrase4 ,these are the songs ,his poets raise1 ,when in the night they keep ,mute vigil on the marge of sleep4 ,,october ,,by ,t4 ,a4 ,,daly ,come1 forsake your city street6 ,come to ,god's own fields and meet ,october4 ,not the lean1 unkempt and brown ,counterfeit that haunts the town1 ,pointing1 like a thing of gloom1 ,at dead summer in her tomb2 ,reading in each fallen leaf ,nothing but regret and grief4 ,come out1 where1 beneath the blue1 ,you may frolic with the true ,october4 ,call his name and mark the sound1 ,opulent and full and round3 8,october40 ,come1 and gather from his hand ,lavish largesse of the land2 ,read in his prophetic eyes1 ,clear as skies of paradise1 ,not of summer days that died1 ,but of summer fructified6 ,hear1 ,o soul1 his message sweet4 ,come to ,god's own fields and meet ,october4 ,,sorrow ,,by ,,aubrey ,,de ,,vere ,count each affliction1 whether light or grave1 ,god's messenger sent down to thee2 do thou ,with courtesy receive him2 rise and bow2 ,and1 ere his shadow pass thy threshold1 crave ,permission first ,his heavenly feet to lave2 ,then lay before ,him all thou hast2 allow ,no cloud or passion to usurp thy brow1 ,or mar thy hospitality2 no wave ,of mortal tumult to obliterate ,thy soul's marmoreal calmness4 ,grief should be ,like joy1 majestic1 equable1 sedate2 ,confirming1 cleansing1 raising1 making free2 ,strong to consume small troubles2 to commend ,great thoughts1 grave thoughts1 thoughts lasting to the end4 ,,human ,,life ,,by ,,aubrey ,,de ,,vere ,sad is our youth1 for it is ever going1 ,crumbling away beneath our very feet2 ,sad is our life1 for onward it is flowing1 ,in current unperceived because so fleet2 ,sad are our hopes1 for they were sweet in sowing1 ,but tares1 self-sown1 have overtopped the wheat2 ,sad are our joys1 for they were sweet in blowing2 ,and still1 ,o still1 their dying breath is sweet2 ,and sweet is youth1 although it hath bereft us ,of that which made our childhood sweeter still2 ,and sweeter our life's decline1 for it hath left us ,a nearer ,good to cure an older ,ill2 ,and sweet are all things1 when we learn to prize them ,not for their sake1 but ,his who grants them or denies them4 ,,cardinal ,,manning ,,by ,,aubrey ,,de ,,vere ,i learn'd his greatness first at ,lavington3 ,the moon had early sought her bed of brine1 ,but we discours'd till now each starry sign ,had sunk3 our theme was one and one alone3 8,two minds supreme10 he said1 8our earth has known2 ,one sang in science2 one served ,god in song2 ,aquinas--,dante40 ,slowly in me grew strong ,a thought1 8,these two great minds in him are one2 #8,lord1 what shall this man do8'0 ,later at ,rome ,beside the dust of ,peter and of ,paul ,eight hundred mitred sires of ,christendom ,in ,council sat4 ,i mark'd him 'mid them all2 ,i thought of that long night in years gone by ,and cried1 8,at last my question meets reply40 ,,song ,,by ,,aubrey ,,de ,,vere ,seek not the tree of silkiest bark ,and balmiest bud1 ,to carve her name while yet 'tis dark ,upon the wood6 ,the world is full of noble tasks ,and wreaths hard won3 ,each work demands strong hearts1 strong hands1 ,till day is done4 ,sing not that violet-veined skin1 ,that cheek's pale roses1 ,the lily of that form wherein ,her soul reposes6 ,forth to the fight1 true man6 true knight6 ,the clash of arms ,shall more prevail than whisper'd tale1 ,to win her charms4 ,the ,warrior for the ,true1 the ,right1 ,fights in ,love's name2 ,the love that lures thee from that flight ,lures thee to shame3 ,that love which lifts the heart1 yet leaves ,the spirit free1-- ,that love1 or none1 is fit for one ,man-shap'd like thee4 ,,the ,,sons ,,of ,,patrick ,,by ,,james ,b4 ,,dollard ,into the mists of the ,pagan island ,bearing ,god's message great ,patrick came2 ,the ,druid altars on plain and highland ,fell at the sound of his mighty name6 ,swift was the conquest--with hearts upswelling ,the ,faith they took1 and to ,god they swore3 ,that precious spark from their bosoms' dwelling1 ,man's guile or torture should snatch no more4 ,and ever since1 while the wide world wonders ,this steadfast people their strength reveal1 ,as ,time ,earth's kingdoms and empires sunders1 ,they stand by ,patrick in ranks of steel6 ,the nations mock them1 like ,christ's tormentors2 8,descend10 they cry1 8from your cross of shame2 ,abjure the ,faith--see the road that enters ,the groves of pleasure and wealth and fame60 ,like those that passed where the ,cross rose dimly ,their wise beards wagging--8,what fools60 they say2 ,but the ,sons of ,patrick make answer grimly3 8,our ,god we've chosen--the price we'll pay4 8,ever about us the foes' commotion1 ,the anguish sweat on our brows ne'er dry2 ,our martyr's bones strew the land and ocean1 ,lone deserts echo our exiles' cry4 8,unto our hearts is earth's pride forbidden1 ,unto our hands is its gold denied2 ,we do not question the ,purpose hidden-- ,let ,him who fashioned our souls decide6 8,yet though once more to us choice were given1 ,and the long aeons were backward rolled1 ,we'd walk again before ,earth and ,heaven ,the blood-stained pathway we walked of old60 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,little ,,villages ,,by ,,james ,b4 ,,dollard ,the pleasant little villages that grace the ,irish glynns ,down among the wheatfields--up amid the whins1 ,the little white-walled villages crowding close together1 ,clinging to the ,old ,sod in spite of wind and weather3 ,ballytarsney1 ,ballymore1 ,ballyboden1 ,boyle1 ,ballingarry1 ,ballymagorry by the ,banks of ,foyle1 ,ballylaneen1 ,ballyporeen1 ,bansha1 ,ballysadare1 ,ballybrack1 ,ballinalack1 ,barna1 ,ballyclare4 ,the cozy little villages that shelter from the mist1 ,where the great ,west ,walls by ocean spray are kissed2 ,the happy little villages that cuddle in the sun ,when blackberries ripen and the harvest work is done4 ,corrymeela1 ,croaghnakeela1 ,clogher1 ,cahirciveen1 ,cappaharoe1 ,carrigaloe1 ,cashel and ,coosheen1 ,castlefinn1 ,carrigtohill1 ,crumlin1 ,clara1 ,clane1 ,carrigaholt1 ,carrigaline1 ,cloghjordan and ,coolrain4 ,the dreamy little villages1 where by the fires at night1 ,old ,sanachies with ghostly tale the boldest hearts affright2 ,the crooning of the wind-blast is the wailing ,banshee's cry1 ,and when the silver hazels stir they say the fairies sigh1 ,kilfenora1 ,kilfinnane1 ,kinnity1 ,killylea1 ,kilmoganny1 ,kiltamagh1 ,kilronan and ,kilrea1 ,killashandra1 ,kilmacow1 ,killiney1 ,killashee1 ,killenaule1 ,killmyshall1 ,killorglin and ,killeagh4 ,leave the little villages1 o'er the black sea go1 ,learn the stranger's welcome1 learn the exile's woe1 ,leave the little villages1 but think not to forget1 ,afar they'll rise before your eyes to rack your bosoms yet4 ,moneymore1 ,moneygall1 ,monivea and ,moyne1 ,mullinahone1 ,mullinavatt1 ,mullagh and ,mooncoin1 ,shanagolden1 ,shanballymore1 ,stranorlar and ,slane1 ,toberaheena1 ,toomyvara1 ,tempo and ,strabane4 ,on the ,southern ,llanos1--north where strange light gleams1 ,many a yearning exile sees them in his dreams2 ,dying voices murmur 7passed all pain and care71 8,lo1 the little villages1 ,god has heard our prayer40 ,lisdoonvarna1 ,lissadil1 ,lisdargan1 ,lisnaskea1 ,portglenone1 ,portarlington1 ,portumna1 ,portmagee1 ,clondalkin and ,clongowan1 ,cloondara and ,clonae1 ,god bless the little villages and guard them night and day6 ,,the ,,soul ,,of ,,karnaghan ,,buidhe ,,by ,,james ,b4 ,,dollard ,it was the soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe ,left his lips with a groan4 ,like arrowy lightning bolt released ,it sprang to the ,judgment throne4 ,spoke the ,judge3 8,for as many years ,as the numbered drops of the sea ,i grant you heaven--but thenceforth hell1 ,your bitter lot shall be40 ,prayed the soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe 7,the trembling soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe7 8,dear ,lord1 who died on ,calvary1 ,too brief that span of heaven for me40 ,then spoke the ,lord3 8,for as many years ,as numbered sands on the shore1 ,the joys of heaven ,i give--but thence ,you'll see my face no more40 ,pleaded the soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe 7,the shuddering soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe7 8,blessed ,lord who died on the shameful tree1 ,too brief that span of heaven for me40 ,once more the ,judge3 8,the blades of grass ,that earth-winds ever blew ,a year of heaven ,i'll count for each ,till hell shall yawn for you40 ,prayed the soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe 7,the anguished soul of ,karnaghan ,buidhe7 8,kind ,lord1 who died in agony1 ,too brief that spell of heaven for me4 ,but this ,i ask1 ,o ,christ--a year ,of hell for each of these3 ,the blades of grass1 the grains of sand1 ,the drops that make the seas6 ,and after this1 sweet ,lord1 with ,thee ,in heaven for all eternity60 ,spoke the ,judge1 and ,his smile of love ,gladdened the waiting choir above3 8,sin and sorrow forever past1 ,heaven ,i grant you1 first and last60 ,,the ,,angelic ,,chorus ,,by ,d4 ,j4 ,,donahoe ,at midnight from the zenith burst a light ,more radiant and more beautiful than dawn1 ,and the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawn ,gazed upward in mute wonder on the sight2 ,the stars sank back in pallor1 and the skies ,trembled responsive to rich harmonies4 ,and lo6 an angel spake1 8,be not afraid6 ,i bear glad tidings2 for this happy morn ,a ,saviour and a ,king to man is born2 ,he sleepeth in a manger lowly laid40 ,then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain2 8,glory to ,god on high and peace to men60 ,soon from the skies the streaming light was gone1 ,and ,night and ,silence rested on the hill2 ,but the mute shepherds1 looking upward still1 ,could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on4 ,so evermore the listening world can hear ,the ,angelic ,chorus ringing sweet and clear4 ,,ladye ,,chapel ,,at ,,eden ,,hall ,,by ,,eleanor ,c4 ,,donnelly ,close to the ,sacred ,heart1 it nestles fair-- ,a marble poem2 an aesthetic dream ,of sculptured beauty1 fit to be the theme ,of angel fancies2 a ,madonna-prayer ,uttered in stone4 ,round columns light as air1 ,and fretted cornice1 ,sharon's ,rose is wreathed-- ,the passion-flower1 the thorn-girt lily rare1 ,the palm1 the wheat1 the grapes in vine-leaves sheathed4 ,tenderly bright1 from mullioned windows glow ,our ,lady's chaplet-mysteries4 ,behold1 ,her maiden statue in that shrine of snow1 ,looks upward to the skies of blue and gold2 ,content that in the crypt1 beneath her shining feet1 ,the holy ones repose in dreamless slumber sweet4 ,,mary ,,immaculate ,,by ,,eleanor ,c4 ,,donnelly 8,pure as the snow10 we say4 ,ah6 never flake ,fell through the air ,one-tenth as fair ,as ,mary's soul was made for ,christ's dear sake4 ,virgin ,immaculate1 ,the whitest whiteness of the ,alpine snows1 ,beside thy stainless spirit1 dusky grows4 8,pure as the stars40 ,ah6 never lovely night ,wore in its diadem ,so pure a gem ,as that which fills the ages with its light4 ,virgin ,immaculate1 ,the peerless splendors of thy soul by far ,outshine the glow of heaven's serenest star4 ,,the ,,pilgrim ,,by ,,eleanor ,,downing ,behind me lies the mistress of the ,east1 ,golden in evening1 fairy dome on dome ,poised and irised like the far-flung foam ,lashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast4 ,wicked and lovely temptress1 fruitless boast ,of all that man may build and little be1 ,mart of the world's base passions1 where thy feast ,of shame was spread1 thy sin encompassed me1 ,where all desires and all dreams were rife ,with lust of flesh and eye and pride of life1 ,lo6 ,i have reft thy carnal mastery-- ,i have gone forth and shut the gates of thee4 ,before me lies the desert and the night1 ,white star and gold above a pathless waste1 ,blue shade and gray to where the world effaced ,flings loose its shadows on the lap of ,god4 ,briars and dust upon my brow1 unshod1 ,in pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land1 ,my feet shall pass and mark the path aright1 ,for lo6 ,thy staff and rod are in my hand2 ,and with the light ,thy city shall unfurl ,its golden oriflames and tents of pearl-- ,dead ,babylon1 thy gilden clasp ,i flee2 ,jerusalem1 lift up thy gates to me6 ,,on ,,the ,,feast ,,of ,,the ,,assumption ,,by ,,eleanor ,,downing 8,mary1 uplifted to our sight ,in cloudy vesture stainless-white1 ,why are thine eyes like stars alight1 ,twin flames of charity80 8,mine eyes are on ,his glorious face ,that shone not on earth's darkened place1 ,but clothed and crowned me with grace-- ,the ,god who fathered me60 8,mary1 against the sinless glow ,of angel pinions white as snow1 ,why are thy fair lips parted so ,in ecstasy of love80 8,my lips are parted to ,his breath ,who breathed on me in ,nazareth ,and gave me life to live in death-- ,my ,spouse1 the spotless ,dove60 8,mary1 whose eager feet would spurn ,the very clouds1 whose pale hands yearn ,toward rifted ,heaven that fires burn ,where once was fixed the sword80 8,the fires ,i felt when ,his child head ,lay on this mother's heart that bled1 ,and when it lay there stark and dead-- ,my little ,child1 my ,lord60 ,,mary ,,by ,,eleanor ,,downing ,a garden like a chalice-cup1 ,with bloom of almond white and pink1 ,and starred hibiscus to the brink1 ,from which sweet waters bubble up4 ,a garden walled with ilex-trees ,and topped with blue1 white clouds between ,save where the glossed leaves' twinkling green ,is stirred by some soft-footed breeze ,a place apart1 a watered glade1 ,where sin and sorrow have not been1 ,and earth's complaint grows hushed within ,its greening aisles of sacred shade4 ,the circling arms1 the flower face1 ,such were they to the ,child soft-pressed1 ,who drew all sweetness from the breast ,of her whom angels crowned with grace4 ,a night of storm and wailing stress1 ,a coast that cradles to the shock ,of waves that lap the pitted rock1 ,and winds that shriek their wrathfulness2 ,a night of all wild things unpent1 ,strange voices and strange shapes that beat ,to chill the heart and snare the feet4 ,and through the tempest1 beacon-bent ,to shelter from the driving damp ,bespeaking warmth and sweet repose ,within its sanctuary close1 ,the welcome of a red shrine-lamp4 ,so unto ,him ,who1 weary1 pressed ,through the fierce storm of wrath and hate1 ,shone ,mary's love1 a chapel-gate ,where ,he might enter ,him and rest4 ,a desert filled with shining sand1 ,and still as death the skies that bend ,where to horizon without end ,the rounding distances expand4 ,a desert white with burning heat ,and parched silence without stir1 ,and at its heart a voyager1 ,where ,death and daggered noonday meet2 ,and ,thirst that grips him by the throat2 ,when from the distance wreathing blue1 ,no mirage1 but a dream come true1 ,crowned palm-tree and pale waters float4 ,to ,christ upon the rood1 when dim ,fell on ,his brow the ,shade accurst1 ,so ,mary slaked ,his burning thirst ,with her white soul held up to ,him4 ,,extreme ,,unction ,,by ,,ernest ,,dowson ,upon the eyes1 the lips1 the feet1 ,on all the passages of sense1 ,the atoning oil is spread with sweet ,renewal of lost innocence4 ,the feet1 that lately ran so fast ,to meet desire1 are soothly sealed2 ,the eyes1 that were so often cast ,on vanity1 are touched and healed4 ,from troublous sights and sounds set free ,in such a twilight hour of breath1 ,shall one retrace his life1 or see1 ,through shadows1 the true face of death8 ,vials of mercy6 ,sacring oils6 ,i know not where nor when ,i come1 ,nor through what wanderings and toils1 ,to crave of you ,viaticum4 ,yet1 when the walls of flesh grow weak1 ,in such an hour1 it well may be1 ,through mist and darkness1 light will break1 ,and each anointed sense will see4 ,,benedictio ,,domini ,,by ,,ernest ,,dowson ,without1 the sullen noises of the street6 ,the voice of ,london1 inarticulate1 ,hoarse and blaspheming1 surges in to meet ,the silent blessing of the ,immaculate4 ,dark is the church1 and dim the worshippers1 ,hushed with bowed heads as though by some old spell1 ,while through the incense-laden air there stirs ,the admonition of a silver bell4 ,dark is the church1 save where the altar stands1 ,dressed like a bride1 illustrious with light1 ,where one old priest exalts with tremulous hands ,the one true solace of man's fallen plight4 ,strange silence here3 without1 the sounding street ,heralds the world's swift passage to the fire2 ,o ,benediction1 perfect and complete6 ,when shall men cease to suffer and desire8 ,,carthusians ,,by ,,ernest ,,dowson ,through what long heaviness1 assayed in what strange fire1 ,have these white monks been brought into the way of peace1 ,despising the world's wisdom and the world's desire1 ,which from the body of this death bring no release8 ,within their austere walls no voices penetrate2 ,a sacred silence only1 as of death1 obtains2 ,nothing finds entry here of loud or passionate2 ,this quiet is the exceeding profit of their pain4 ,from many lands they came1 in divers fiery ways2 ,each knew at last the vanity of earthly joys2 ,and one was crowned with thorns1 and one was crowned with bays1 ,and each was tired at last of the world's foolish noise4 ,it was not theirs with ,dominic to preach ,god's holy wrath1 ,they were too stern to bear sweet ,francis' gentle sway2 ,theirs was a higher calling and a steeper path1 ,to dwell alone with ,christ1 to meditate and pray4 ,a cloistered company1 they are companionless1 ,none knoweth here the secret of his brother's heart3 ,they are but come together for more loneliness1 ,whose bond is solitude and silence all their part4 ,o beatific life6 ,who is there shall gainsay1 ,your great refusal's victory1 your little loss1 ,deserting vanity for the more perfect way1 ,the sweetest service of the most dolorous ,cross4 ,ye shall prevail at last6 ,surely ye shall prevail6 ,your silence and your austerity shall win at last3 ,desire and ,mirth1 the world's ephemeral lights shall fail1 ,the sweet star of your queen is never overcast4 ,we fling up flowers and laugh1 we laugh across the wine2 ,with wine we dull our souls and careful strains of art2 ,our cups are polished skulls round which the roses twine3 ,none dares to look at ,death who leers and lurks apart4 ,move on1 white company1 whom that has not sufficed6 ,our viols cease1 our wine is death1 our roses fail3 ,pray for our heedlessness1 ,o dwellers with the ,christ6 ,though the world fall apart1 surely ye shall prevail4 ,,maris ,,stella ,,by ,,augusta ,,theodosia ,,drane ,mary1 beautiful and bright 8,velut ,maris ,stella10 ,brighter than the morning light1 8,parens et ,puella10 ,i cry to thee1 look down on me2 ,ladye1 pray thy ,son for me1 8,tam pia10 ,that thy child may come to thee1 8,maria40 ,sad the earth was and forlorn1 8,eva peccatrice10 ,until ,christ our ,lord was born 8,de te ,genitrice02 ,gabriel's 8,ave0 chased away ,darksome night1 and brought the day 8,salutis02 ,thou the ,fount whence waters play 8,virtutis40 ,ladye1 ,flower of living thing1 8,rosa sine spina02 ,mother of ,jesus1 heaven's ,king1 8,gratia divinia02 ',tis thou in all dost bear the prize1 ,ladye1 ,queen of ,paradise1 8,electa10 ,maiden meek and ,mother wise1 8,effecta40 ,in care thou counsellest the best1 8,felix fecundata02 ,to the weary thou are rest1 8,mater honorata02 ,plead in thy love to ,him who gave ,his precious ,blood the world to save 8,in cruce10 ,that we our home with ,him may have 8,in luce40 ,well knows he1 that he is thy ,son1 8,ventre quem portasti02 ,all thou dost ask ,him1 then1 is won1 8,partum quem lactasti02 ,so pitiful ,he is and kind1 ,by ,him the road to bliss we find 8,superni02 ,he doth the gates of darkness bind 8,inferni40 ,,an ,,autumn ,,rose-,,tree ,,by ,,michael ,,earls1 ,s4,j4 ,it seemed too late for roses ,when ,i walked abroad to-day1 ,october stood in silence1 ,by the hedges all the way3 ,yet did ,i hear a singing1 ,and ,i saw a red rose-tree3-- ,in fields so gray with autumn ,how could song or roses be8 ,oh1 it was never maple ,nor the dogwood's coat afire1 ,no sage with scarlet banners1 ,nor the poppy's vested choir3 ,the breeze that may be music ,when the summer lawns are fair ,will have no heart for singing ,in the autumn's mournful air4 ,as ,i went up the roadway1 ,under cold and lonely skies1 ,a song ,i heard1 a rose-tree ,waved to me in glad surprise3-- ,a red cloak and a ribbon1 7,round the braided hair of jet7 ,and redder cheeks than roses ,of a little ,margaret4 ,now ,god is good in autumn1 ,he can name the birds that sing1 ,he loves the hearts of children ,more than flowery fields of spring3 ,and when the years of winter ,gray with ,margaret will be1 ,god will find her love still blossom ,like a red rose-tree4 ,,to ,a ,,carmelite ,,postulant 7,san ,francisco1 ,may1 #aiaj7 ,,by ,,michael ,,earls1 ,s4,j4 ,oh1 the banks of ,may are fair1 ,charm of sound and sight1 ,breath of heaven fills the air1 ,to the world's delight4 ,far more wondrous is a bower1 ,fairer than the ,may1 ,love-of-,god it wears in flower1 ,blooming night and day4 ,love-of-,god within the heart ,multicolored grows1 ,now a lily's counterpart1 ,now the blood-red rose4 ,come the sun or chilling rain1 ,come the drought or dew1 ,crocus health or violet pain1 ,love-of-,god is true4 ,hard may be the mountain-side1 ,soft the valley sod1 ,yet will fragrance sure abide ,with the ,love-of-,god4 ,where the grace of ,heaven leads1 ,there it makes a home1 ,hills a hundred and the meads ,will its pathway roam4 ,carmel by the western sea ,holds your blessed bower3 ,love-of-,god eternally ,keep your heart a-flower4 ,a ,,purpose ,,of ,,amendment ,,by ,,helen ,,parry ,,eden ,he who mangold-patch doth hoe1 ,sweating beneath a sturdy sun1 ,clearing each weed-disguised row ,till day-light and the task be done1 ,standeth to view his labour's scene-- ,where now1 within the hedge-row's girth1 ,the little plants untrammeled green ,stripes the brown fabric of the earth4 ,so when the absolution's said ,behind the grille1 and ,i may go1 ,and all the flowers of sin are dead1 ,and all the stems of sin laid low1 ,and ,i am come to ,mary's shrine ,to lay my hopes within her hand-- ,ah1 in how fair and green a line ,the seedling resolutions stand4 ,,the ,,confessional ,,by ,,helen ,,parry ,,eden ,my ,sorrow diligent would sweep ,that dingy room infest ,with dust 7thereby ,i mean my soul7 ,because she hath a ,guest ,who doth require that self-same room ,be garnished for ,his rest4 ,and ,sorrow 7who had washed ,his feet ,where ,he before had been7 ,took the long broom of ,memory ,and swept the corners clean1 ,till in the midst of the fair floor ,the sum of dust was seen4 ,it lay there1 settled by her tears1 ,that fell the while she swept-- ,light fluffs of grey and earthly dregs2 ,and over these she wept1 ,for all were come since last her ,guest ,within the room had slept4 ,and1 for nor broom nor tears had power ,to lift the clods of ill1 ,she called one servant of her ,guest ,who came with right good will1 ,for1 by his sweet ,lord's bidding1 he ,waiteth on ,sorrow still2 ,so1 seeing she had done her part ,as far as in her lay ,and had intent to keep the place ,more cleanly from that day1 ,did with his ,master's dust-pan come ,and take the dust away4 ,she thanked him1 and ,him who sent ,such succor1 and she spread ,fair sheets of ,thankfulness and ,love ,upon her ,master's bed1 ,then on the new-scoured threshold stood ,and listened for ,his tread4 ,,an ,,elegy1 ,,for ,,father ,,anselm1 ,,of ,,the ,,order ,,of ,,reformed ,,cistercians1 ,,guest-,,master ,,and ,,parish ,,priest 8,et pastores erant in regione eadem vigilantes0 ,,by ,,helen ,,parry ,,eden ,you to whose soul a death propitious brings ,its ,heaven1 who attain a windless bourne ,of sanctity beyond all sufferings1 ,it is not ours to mourn2 ,for you1 to whom the earth could nothing give1 ,who knew no hint of our inspired pride1 ,you could not very well be said to live ,until the day you died4 ',tis upon us--father and kindly friend1 ,holy and cheerful host--the unbidden guest ,you welcomed and the souls you would amend1 ,the weight of sorrow rests4 ,from ,sarum in the mesh of her five streams1 ,her idle belfries and her glittering vanes1 ,we are clomb to where the cloud-race dusks and gleams ,on turf of upland plains4 ,southward the road through juniper and briar ,clambers the down1 untrodden and unworn ,save where some flock pitted the chalky mire ,with little feet at dawn4 ,twice in a week the hooded carrier's lamp1 ,flashing on wayside flints and grasses1 spills ,its misty radiance where the dews lie damp ,among the untended hills2 ,here lies the hamlet ringed with grassy mound ,and brambled barrow where1 superbly dead1 ,the dust of pagans turned to holy ground ,beneath your humble tread4 ,here we descend at drooping dusk the side ,of the stony down beneath the planted ring ,of beeches where you showed with pastoral pride ,the folded lambs in spring2 ,here pull at eve the self-same bell that hastened ,your rough-shod feet behind the hollow door-- ,yet never see you stand1 the chain unfastened1 ,your lantern on the floor4 ,others will spread the board now you are gone ,here where you smiled and gave your guests to eat1 ,learning your menial kingliness from ,one ,who washed ,his servant's feet2 ,along the slumbering corridors betimes ,others will knock and other footsteps pass ,down the wet lane e'er the thin shivering chimes ,toll for the early mass4 ,yet in the chapel's self no sorrows sing ,in the strange priest's voice1 nor any dolour grips ,the heart because it is not you who bring ,your ,master to its lips4 ,here let us leave the things you would not have-- ,vain grief and sorrow useless to be shown-- 8,god's gift and the ,community's ,i gave ,and nothing of my own10 ,you would have said1 self-deemed of no more worth ,that then green hands that guard a poppy's grace-- ,blows the eternal flower and back to earth ,tumbles the withered case4 ,nay1 but ,our ,lord hath made renouncement vain1 ,himself into those humble hands let fall1 ,guerdon of willing poverty and pain1 ,the greatest gift of all2 ,to you and all who in that life austere ,mid fields remote your harsher labours ply ,singing ,his praise1 girt round from year to year ,with sheep-bells and the sky-- ,this1 that to you is larger audience given ,where prayer and praise with sighing pinions shod ,piercing the starry ante-rooms of ,heaven ,sway the designs of ,god3 ,and now yourself1 standing where late hath stood ,the echo of your voice1 are prayer and praise-- ,o sweet reward and unsurpassing good ,for that small gift of days4 ,yourself1 who now have heard such summoning ,and seen such burning clarities alight ,as broke the vigilant shepherds' drowsy ring ,on the predestined night1 ,who made such haste as theirs who rose and trod ,to ,bethlehem the dew-encumbered grass1 ,trustful to see the showing forth of ,god ,and the ,word come to pass2 ,with how much more than home-spun ,israelites' ,poor hungry glimpse of ,godhead are you blest ,whom ,mary shows for more than mortal nights ,the ,jewel on her breast4 ,yet1 as one kneeling churl might chance to think ,of the wan herd behind their wattled bars1 ,moving unshepherded with bells that clink ,and stir beneath the stars1 ,and1 for the thought's space wishing he were back1 ,pray1 to that ,sum of ,sweetness for his sheep-- 8,take them1 ,o ,thou that dost supply our lack1 ,into ,thy hands to keep40 ,so you who in ,his presence move and live ,recall amid your glad celestial cares1 ,your chosen office1 to your children give ,the charity of prayers4 ,,sorrow ,,by ,,helen ,,parry ,,eden ,of ,sorrow1 'tis as ,saints have said-- ,that his ill-savoured lamp shall shed ,a light to ,heaven1 when1 blown about ,by the world's vain and windy rout1 ,the candles of delight burn out4 ,then usher ,sorrow to thy board1 ,give him such fare as may afford ,thy single habitation--best ,to meet him half-way in his quest1 ,the importunate and sad-eyed guest4 ,yet somewhat should he give who took ,my hospitality1 for look1 ,his is no random vagrancy2 ,beneath his rags what hints there be ,of a celestial livery4 ,sweet ,sorrow1 play a grateful part1 ,break me the marble of my heart ,and of its fragments pave a street ,where1 to my bliss1 myself may meet ,one hastening with piercd feet4 ,,our ,,lady',s ,,death ,,by ,,father ,,edmund1 ,c4,p4 ,and didst thou die1 dear ,mother of our ,life8 ,sin had no part in thee2 then how should death8 ,methinks1 if aught the great tradition saith ,could wake in loving hearts a moment's strife 7,i said--my own with her new image rife71 ',twere this4 ,and yet 'tis certain1 next to faith ,thou didst lie down to render up thy breath3 ,though after the seventh sword1 no meaner knife ,could pierce that bosom4 ,no1 nor did3 no sting ,of pain was there2 but only joy4 ,the love1 ,so long thy life ecstatic1 and restrained ,from setting free thy soul1 now gave it wing2 ,thy body1 soon to reign with it above1 ,radiant and fragrant1 as in trance1 remained4 ,,vigil ,,of ,,the ,,immaculate ,,conception ,,by ,,maurice ,,francis ,,egan ,a sword of silver cuts the fields asunder-- ,a silver sword to-night1 a lake in ,june-- ,and plains of snow reflect1 the maples under1 ,the silver arrows of a wintry noon4 ,the trees are white with moonlight and with ice-pearls2 ,the trees are white1 like ghosts we see in dreams2 ,the air is still3 there are no moaning wind-whirls2 ,and one sees silence in the quivering beams4 ,december night1 ,december night1 how warming ,is all thy coldness to the ,christian soul3 ,thy very peace at each true heart is storming ,in potent waves of love that surging roll4 ,december night1 ,december night1 how glowing ,thy frozen rains upon our warm hearts lie3 ,our ,god upon this vigil is bestowing ,a thousand graces from the silver sky4 ,o moon1 ,o symbol of our ,lady's whiteness2 ,o snow1 ,o symbol of our ,lady's heart2 ,o night1 chaste night1 bejewelled with argent brightness1 ,how sweet1 how bright1 how loving1 kind thou art4 ,o miracle3 to-morrow and to-morrow1 ,in tender reverence shall no praise abate2 ,for from all seasons shall we new jewels borrow ,to deck the ,mother born ,immaculate4 ,,the ,,old ,,violin ,,by ,,maurice ,,francis ,,egan ,though tuneless1 stringless1 it lies there in dust1 ,like some great thought on a forgotten page2 ,the soul of music cannot fade or rust1-- ,the voice within it stronger grows with age2 ,its strings and bow are only triffling things-- ,a master-touch6--its sweet soul wakes and sings4 ,,maurice ,,de ,,guerin ,,by ,,maurice ,,francis ,,egan ,the old wine filled him1 and he saw1 with eyes ,anoint of ,nature1 fauns and dryads fair ,unseen by others2 to him maidenhair ,and waxen lilacs1 and those birds that rise ,a-sudden from tall reeds at slight surprise1 ,brought charmed thoughts2 and in earth everywhere ,he1 like sad ,jaques1 found a music rare ,as that of ,syrinx to old ,grecians wise4 ,a pagan heart1 a ,christian soul had he1 ,he followed ,christ1 yet for dead ,pan he sighed1 ,till earth and heaven met within his breast2 ,as if ,theocritus in ,sicily ,had come upon the ,figure crucified ,and lost his gods in deep1 ,christ-given rest4 ,,he ,,made ,,us ,,free ,,by ,,maurice ,,francis ,,egan ,as flame streams upward1 so my longing thought ,flies up with ,thee1 ,thou ,god and ,saviour who hast truly wrought ,life out of death1 and to us1 loving1 brought ,a fresh1 new world2 and in ,thy sweet chains caught1 ,and made us free6 ,as hyacinths make way from out the dark1 ,my soul awakes1 ,at thought of ,thee1 like sap beneath the bark2 ,as little violets in field and park ,rise to the trilling thrush and meadow-lark1 ,new hope it takes4 ,as thou goest upward through the nameless space ,we call the sky1 ,like jonquil perfume softly falls ,thy grace2 ,it seems to touch and brighten every place2 ,fresh flowers crown our wan and weary race1 ,o ,thou on high4 ,hadst ,thou not risen1 there would be no more joy ,upon earth's sod2 ,life would still be with us a wound or toy1 ,a cloud without the sun1--,o ,babe1 ,o ,boy1 ,a ,man of ,mother pure1 with no alloy1 ,o risen ,god6 ,thou1 ,god and ,king1 didst 8mingle in the game10 7,cease1 all fears2 cease67 ,for love of us1--not to give ,virgil's fame ,or ,croesus' wealth1 not to make well the lame1 ,or save the sinner from deserved shame1 ,but for sweet ,peace6 ,for peace1 for joy1--not that the slave might lie ,in luxury1 ,not that all woe from us should always fly1 ,or golden crops with ,syrian roses vie ,in every field2 but in ,thy peace to die ,and rise1--be free6 ,,the ,,grandeurs ,,of ,,mary ,,by ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber1 ,d4,d4 ,what is this grandeur ,i see up in heaven1 ,a splendour that looks like a splendour divine8 ,what creature so near the ,creator is throned8 ,o ,mary1 those marvellous glories are thine4 ,but who would have thought that a creature could live ,with the fires of the ,godhead so awfully nigh8 ,oh1 who could have dreamed1 mighty ,mother of ,god1 ,that ever ,god's power could have raised thee so high8 ,what name can we give to a queenship so grand8 ,what thought can we think of a glory like this8 ,saints and angels lie far in the distance1 remote ,from the golden excess of thine unmated bliss4 ,thy person1 thy soul1 thy most beautiful form1 ,thine office1 thy name1 thy most singular grace-- ,god hath made for them1 ,mother1 a world by itself1 ,a shrine all alone1 a most worshipful place4 ,mid the blaze of those fires1 eternal1 unmade1 ,thy ,maker unspeakably makes thee his own2 ,the arms of the ,three ,uncreated1 outstretched1 ,round the ,word's mortal ,mother in rapture are thrown4 ,thy sinless conception1 thy jubilant birth1 ,thy crib and thy cross1 thine assumption and crown1 ,they have raised thee on high to the right hand of ,him ,whom the spells of thy love to thy bosom drew down4 ,i am blind with thy glory2 in all ,god's wide world ,i find nothing like thee for glory and power3 ,i can hardly believe that thou grewest on earth1 ,in the green fields of ,juda1 a scarce-noticed flower4 ,and is it not really eternal1 divine8 ,is it human1 created1 a glorified heart1 ,so like ,god1 and not ,god8 ,ah1 ,maker of men1 ,we bless thee for being the ,god that thou art4 ,o ,mary1 what ravishing pageants ,i see1 ,what wonders and works centre round thee in heaven1 ,what creations of grace fall like light from thy hands1 ,what creator-like powers to thy prudence are given4 ,what vast jurisdiction1 what numberless realms1 ,what profusion of dread and unlimited power1 ,what holy supremacies1 awful domains1 ,the ,word's mighty ,mother enjoys for her dower4 ,what grand ministrations of pity and strength1 ,what endless processions of beautiful light1 ,what incredible marvels of motherly love1 ,what queenly resplendence of empire and right4 ,what sounds as of seas flowing all round thy throne1 ,what flashings of fire from thy burning abode1 ,what thunders of glory1 what tempests of power1 ,what calms1 like the calms in the ,bosom of ,god4 ,inexhaustible wonder2 the treasures of ,god ,seem to multiply under thy marvellous hand2 ,and the power of thy ,son seems to gain and to grow1 ,when ,he deigns to obey thy maternal command4 ,ten thousand magnificent greatnesses blend ,their vast oceans of light1 at the foot of thy throne2 ,ten thousand unspeakable majesties grace ,the royalty vested in ,mary alone4 ,but look1 what a wonder there is up in ,god3 ,one love1 like a special perfection1 we see2 ,and the chief of thy grandeurs1 great ,mother1 is there-- ,in the love the ,eternal ,himself has for thee4 ,,the ,,right ,,must ,,win ,,by ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber1 ,d4,d4 ,oh1 it is hard to work for ,god1 ,to rise and take ,his part ,upon this battlefield of earth1 ,and not sometimes lose heart4 ,he hides ,himself so wondrously1 ,as though there were no ,god2 ,he is least seen when all the powers ,of ill are most abroad4 ,or ,he deserts us at the hour ,the fight is all but lost2 ,and seems to leave us to ourselves ,just when we need ,him most4 ,ill masters good2 good seems to change ,to ill with greatest ease2 ,and1 worst of all1 the good with good ,is at cross-purposes4 ,ah6 ,god is other than we think2 ,his ways are far above1 ,far beyond reason's height1 and reached ,only by child-like love4 ,workman of ,god6 ,oh1 lose not heart1 ,but learn what ,god is like2 ,and in the darkest battle-field ,thou shalt know where to strike4 ,thrice blessed is he to whom is given ,the instinct that can tell ,that ,god is on the field when ,he ,is most invisible4 ,blessed too1 is he who can divine ,where real right doth lie1 ,and dares to take the side that seems ,wrong to man's blindfold eye4 ,for right is right1 since ,god is ,god2 ,and right the day must win2 ,to doubt would be disloyalty1 ,to falter would be sin4 ,,mater ,,dolorosa ,,by ,,john ,,fitzpatrick1 ,o4,m4,i4 ,she stands1 within the shadow1 at the foot ,of the high tree she planted3 thirty-three ,full years have sped1 and such has grown to be ,the stem that burgeoned forth from ,jesse's root4 ,spring swiftly passed and panted in pursuit ,the eager summer2 now she stands to see ,the only fruit-time of her only tree3 ,and all the world is waiting for the ,fruit4 ,now is faith's sad fruition3 this one hour ,of gathered expectation wears the crown ,of the long grief with which the years were rife2 ,as in her lap--a sudden autumn shower-- ,the earthquake with his trembling hand shakes down ,the red1 ripe ,fruitage of the ,tree of ,life4 ,,yuletide ,,by ,,alice ,,furlong ,in a stable bare1 ,lo1 the great ,ones are4 ,strew the ,ivy and the ,myrtle ,round about the ,virgin's kirtle6 ,ass and oxen mild ,breathe soft upon the ,child6 ,blow the scent of bygone summer ,on your breath to the ,new-comer6 ,be ye well content ,to be straitly pent ,backwards in the rocky chamber ,from the angel's wings of amber6 ,rapt the seraphs sit1 ,with godly faces lit ,in a radiance shining solely ,from the ,christ-child1 meek and holy4 ,high they chant and clear ,of the lovely cheer ,ring down the new evangels ,of the mystic1 midnight angels4 ,faring with good will ,from the misty hill1 ,every shepherd sacrificeth ,to the prophet that ariseth4 ,joseph1 ,mary's spouse1 ,prince of ,david's ,house1 ,bendeth low in adorations ,to the ,ruler of the ,nations4 ,who doth sweetly rest ,on his ,mother's breast1 ,lord of the lightnings and the thunders6 ,mary's heart keeps all these wonders4 ,,our ,,lady ,,of ,,the ,,rosary ,,by ,,francis ,a4 ,,gaffney1 ,o4,p4 ,lepanto marks the spot of victory1 ,o'er crescent cruel and strong1 by forces weak1 ,of hallowed cross2 of which1 8if sign you seek10 ',tis not of man but a ,divinity4 ,the white-robed ,pius ,fifth the ,rosary ,uplifted like the rod of ,moses1 meek2 ,whilst ,ottomans on ,christians wrath would wreak ,and1 as of old1 engulfed them in the sea4 ,o ,lady of the ,rosary to-day1 ,thy clients all beseech thee1 hear their prayer1 ,and beg the ,christ ,who raging storms did quell1 ,bid warring nations cease their bloody fray2 ,his power and thine honor1 we declare1 ,o ,thou ,all-,fair1 thou joy of ,israel4 ,,at ,,the ,,leap ,,of ,,the ,,waters ,,by ,,edward ,f4 ,,garesch1 ,s4,j4 ,how the swift river runs bright to its doom1 ,placid and shining and smooth-flowing by1 ,blue with the gleam of the heavenly room1 ,smiling and calm with the smile of the sky6 ,ah1 but the plunge6 and the shock and the roar1 ,the spray of vast waters that hurl to the deep1 ,the churn of its foam1 as the measureless pour ,of that wide-brimming torrent leaps sheer from the steep6 ,look ye2 it reaches small fingers of spray ,to clutch at the brink1 as unwilling to go ,through the perilous air1 and be fretted away ,in the tumult of vapor that boileth below4 ,list ye6 the voice of the huge undertone ,that murmurs in pain from the cataract's breast1 ,where the bruised1 shattered waters perpetual moan ,and wander and toss in a weary unrest4 ,feel ye the breath of the cool-spraying mist1 ,cloudy and gray from the depths of its pain2 ,not as when sunbeams the waters have kissed1 ,rising in vapor to gather in rain1 ,but fiercely and madly flung forth on the air1 ,a shroud for this river that leaps to its death1 ,a veil o'er the throes of the cataract there1 ,and rolling and rent with its agonized breath6 ,wild torrent6 ,god put thee to thunder ,his name6 ,with the roar of thy waters to call to the sky ,of ,his might1 ,who hath set thee forever the same1 ,to topple in foam to the gulfs from on high4 ,loud hymn of the lake-lands6 from shore unto shore1 ,still clamor ,his praises ,who called thee to be1 ,till the ears of the nations are tuned to thy roar1 ,and they hear the vast message ,he trusted to thee4 ,,niagara ,,by ,,edward ,f4 ,,garesch1 ,s4,j4 ,god1 in ,his ages past the dawn of days1 ,writ one white line of praise1 ,which now1 in this great stress and hour of need1 ,i bend my soul to read4 ,i break the sullen bonds of wearying time1 ,and with one leap sublime1 ,force my astounded soul go back and stand ,in the primaeval land6 ,the tresses of the ancient flood are kissed ,with virginal1 white mist4 ,the same soft1 thunderous sound ,thrills the wild woods around1 ,but oh the vast and mighty peace that broods ,on these green solitudes1 ,where the great land1 with one tremendous tone1 ,litanies to ,god1 alone6 ,tongue of the continent6 ,thou whose hymning shakes ,the bosom of the lakes6 ,o sacrificial torrent1 keen and bright1 ,hurled from thy glorious height6 ,thou sacerdotal presence1 clothed in power1 ,at once the victim and the white-robed priest1 ,whose praise throughout these ages hath not ceased1 ,whose altar steams with incense every hour6 ,lo1 in all days1 from thy white waters1 rise ,the savors of perpetual sacrifice6 ,i see pale prophecy of ,christ's dear blood6-- ,the transubstantiation of thy flood6 ,oh the wild wonder of the vast emotion ,of the perturbed wave1 ,that cries and wanders like the fearful ocean1 ,seeking1 with none to save6 ,in their wide agony the rapids roam1 ,a world of waves1 an universe of pain6 ,the vexed1 tumultous clamor of their foam ,crying to ,god with agonized refrain1 ,where the sad rocks their quivering summits hide ,in the loud anguish of the refluent tide4 ,yet1 with a willingness that leaps to sorrow ,swift run the ragged surges to the height1 ,and from their pain is born a pure delight-- ,the fear to-day1 the snowy peace to-morrow6-- ,cleaving like darts their swift and silvery way ,with sudden gleams1 and barbs of glittering spray1 ,they hurry to the brink1 and swift are lost ,in that stupendous leap1 that infinite holocaust6 ,oh ,christ-like glory of the praying water ,that leaps forever to its mystic death6 ,and from the anguish of that sobbing slaughter ,lifts the clear glory of the torrent's breath1 ,where like a paean of rapturous victory calls ,the solemn jubilation of the falls6 ,o alabastrine priest--thy splendor spraying ,more lasting than the immemorial hills6 ,o monument of waves1 ,o undecaying ,while ,god's right hand thy flowing chalice fills6 ,under the transient world's astonished eyes ,thou offerest abiding sacrifice6 ,in the pale morning1 when the rising sun ,flatters thy pouring flood with slanting beams1 ,most reverent thy duteous waters run1 ,and hymn to ,god with all their thousand streams4 ,and in the blazing majesty of noon1 ,still lifts thy wave its sacrificial tune1 ,and spills1 like jewels of some eastern story1 ,its bright1 impetuous avalanche of glory6 ,and in the stilly spaces of the night1 ,while heaven wonders with its wakeful stars1 ,thou prayest still1 beneath the solemn light1 ,in booming tones that reach to heaven's bars1 ,keeping thy vigils1 while the angelic moon ,walks on thy perilous verge with glorious shoon1 ,chanting from foam and spray without encease ,thy yearning immemorial prayer for peace6 ,,communion ,,by ,,caroline ,,giltinan ,mother ,mary1 thee ,i see ,bringing ,him1 thy ,babe1 to me1 ,thou dost say1 with trusting smile3 8,hold ,him1 dear1 a little while40 ,mother ,mary1 pity me1 ,for ,he struggles to be free6 ,my heart1 my arms--,he finds defiled3 ,i am unworthy of thy ,child4 ,mary1 ,mother1 charity6 ,bring thy ,baby back to me6 ,,the ,,nightingale ,,by ,,gerald ,,griffin ,as the mute nightingale in closest groves ,lies hid at noon1 but when day's piercing eye ,is locked in night1 with full heart beating high ,poureth her plain-song o'er the light she loves2 ,so1 ,virgin ,ever-pure and ,ever-blest1 ,moon of religion1 from whose radiant face ,reflected streams the light of heavenly grace ,on broken hearts1 by contrite thoughts oppressed3 ,so1 ,mary1 they who justly feel the weight ,of ,heaven's offended ,majesty1 implore ,thy reconciling aid with suppliant knee3 ,of sinful man1 ,o sinless ,advocate1 ,to thee they turn1 nor ,him they less adore2 ',tis still ,his light they love1 less dreadful seen in thee4 ,,tryste ,,noel ,,by ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney ,the ,ox he openeth wide the doore1 ,and from the ,snowe he calls her inne1 ,and he hath seen her smile therefore1 ,our ,ladye without ,sinne4 ,now soone from ,sleep ,a ,starre shall leap1 ,and sonne arrive both ,king and ,hinde3 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,but ,o the place co'd ,i but finde6 ,the ,ox hath hushed his voyce and bent ,trewe eyes of ,pitty ore the ,mow1 ,and on his lovelie ,neck1 forspent1 ,the ,blessed layes her ,browe4 ,around her feet1 ,full ,warme and ,sweete1 ,his bowerie ,breath doth meeklie dwell3 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,but sore am ,i with ,vaine ,travel6 ,the ,ox is ,host in ,judah stall ,and ,host of more than onlie one1 ,for close she gathereth withal ,our ,lorde her littel ,sonne4 ,glad ,hinde and ,king ,their ,gyfte may bring1 ,but wo'd to-night my ,teares were there1 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,between her ,bosom and ,his hayre6 ,,the ,,wild ,,ride ,,by ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney ,i hear in my heart1 ,i hear in its ominous pulses ,all day1 on the road1 the hoofs of invisible horses1 ,all night1 from their stalls1 the importunate pawing and neighing4 ,let cowards and laggards fall back6 but alert to the saddle1 ,weatherworn and abreast1 go men of our galloping legion1 ,with a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him4 ,the trail is through dolor and dread1 over crags and morasses2 ,there are shapes by the way1 there are things that appal or entice us3 ,what odds8 ,we are ,knights of the ,grail1 we are vowed to the riding4 ,thought's self is a vanishing wing1 and joy is a cobweb1 ,and friendship a flower in the dust1 and glory a sunbeam3 ,not here is our prize1 nor1 alas6 after these our pursuing4 ,a dipping of plumes1 a tear1 a shake of the bridle1 ,a passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty3 ,we hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers4 ,i hear in my heart1 ,i hear in its ominous pulses ,all day1 on the road1 the hoofs of invisible horses1 ,all night1 from their stalls1 the importunate pawing and neighing4 ,we spur to a land of no name1 outracing the stormwind2 ,we leap to the infinite dark like the sparks from the anvil4 ,thou leadest1 ,o ,god6 ,all's well with ,thy troopers that follow4 ,,ode ,,for ,a ,,master ,,mariner ,,ashore ,,by ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney ,there in his room1 whene'er the moon looks in1 ,and silvers now a shell1 and now a fin1 ,and o'er his chart glides like an argosy1 ,quiet and old sits he4 ,danger6 he hath grown homesick for thy smile4 ,where hidest thou the while1 heart's boast1 ,strange face of beauty sought and lost1 ,star-face that lured him out from boyhood's isle8 ,blown clear from dull indoors1 his dreams behold ,night-water smoke and sparkle as of old1 ,the taffrail lurch1 the sheets triumphant toss ,their phosphor-flowers across4 ,towards ocean's either rim the long-exiled ,wears on1 till stunted cedars throw ,a lace-like shadow over snow1 ,or tropic fountains wash their agates wild4 ,awhile1 play up and down the briny spar ,odors of ,surinam and ,zanzibar1 ,till blithely thence he ploughs1 in visions new1 ,the ,labradorian blue2 ,all homeless hurricanes about him break2 ,the purples of spent day he sees ,from ,samos to the ,hebrides1 ,and drowned men dancing darkly in his wake4 ,where the small deadly foam-caps1 well descried1 ,top1 tier on tier1 the hundred-mountained tide1 ,away1 and far away1 his pride is borne1 ,riding the noisy morn1 ,plunges1 and preens her wings1 and laughs to know ,the helm and tightening halyards still ,follow the urging of his will1 ,and scoff at sullen earth a league below4 ,mischance hath barred him from his heirdom high1 ,and shackled him with many an inland tie1 ,and of his only wisdom made a jibe ,amid an alien tribe3 ,no wave abroad but moans his fallen state1 ,the trade-wind ranges now1 the trade-wind roars6 ,why is it on a yellowing page he pores8 ,ah1 why this hawser fast to a garden gate8 ,thou friend so long withdrawn1 so deaf1 so dim1 ,familiar ,danger1 ,o forget not him6 ,repeat of thine evangel yet the whole ,unto his subject soul1 ,who suffers no such palsy of her drouth1 ,nor hath so tamely worn her chain1 ,but she may know that voice again1 ,and shake the reefs with answer of her mouth4 ,o give him back1 before his passion fail1 ,the singing cordage and the hollow sail1 ,and level with those aged eyes let be ,the bright unsteady sea2 ,and move like any film from off his brain ,the pasture wall1 the boughs that run ,their evening arches to the sun1 ,the hamlet spire across the sown champaign2 ,and on the shut space and the trivial hour1 ,turn the great floods6 and to thy spousal bower1 ,with rapt arrest and solemn loitering1 ,him whom thou lovedst bring3 ,that he1 thy faithful one1 with praising lip1 ,not having1 at the last1 less grace ,of thee than had his roving race1 ,sum up his strength to perish with a ship4 ,,in ,,leinster ,,by ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney ,i try to knead and spin1 but my life is low the while4 ,oh1 ,i long to be alone1 and walk abroad a mile2 ,yet if ,i walk alone1 and think of naught at all1 ,why from me that's young should the wild tears fall8 ,the shower-stricken earth1 the earth-colored streams1 ,they breathe on me awake1 and moan to me in dreams2 ,and yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall1 ,it pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall4 ,the cabin-door looks down1 a furze-lighted hill1 ,and far as ,leighlin ,cross the fields are green and still2 ,but once ,i hear the blackbird in ,leighlin hedges call1 ,the foolishness is on me1 and the wild tears fall6 ,,aunt ,,mary ,a ,christmas ,chant ,,by ,,robert ,,stephen ,,hawker ,now1 of all the trees by the king's highway1 ,which do you love the best8 ,o6 the one that is green upon ,christmas ,day1 ,the bush with the bleeding breast4 ,now the holly with her drops of blood for me3 ,for that is our dear ,aunt ,mary's tree4 ,its leaves are sweet with our ,saviour's ,name1 ',tis a plant that loves the poor3 ,summer and winter it shines the same ,beside the cottage door4 ,o6 the holly with her drops of blood for me3 ,for that is our kind ,aunt ,mary's tree4 ',tis a bush that the birds will never leave3 ,they sing in it all day long2 ,but sweetest of all upon ,christmas ,eve ,is to hear the robin's song4 ',tis the merriest sound upon earth or sea3 ,for it comes from our own ,aunt ,mary's tree4 ,so1 of all that grows by the king's highway1 ,i love that tree the best2 ',tis a bower for the birds upon ,christmas ,day1 ,the bush of the bleeding breast4 ,o6 the holly with her drops of blood for me3 ,for that is our sweet ,aunt ,mary's tree4 ,,king ,,arthur',s ,,waes-,,hael ,,by ,,robert ,,stephen ,,hawker ,waes-hael for knight and dame2 ,o merry be their dole2 ,drink-hael6 ,in ,jesu's name ,we fill the tawny bowl2 ,but cover down the curving crest1 ,mould of the ,orient ,lady's breast4 ,waes-hael6 yet lift no lid3 ,drain ye the reeds for wine4 ,drink-hael6 the milk was hid ,that soothed that ,babe divine2 ,hush'd1 as this hollow channel flows1 ,he drew the balsam from the rose4 ,waes-hael6 thus glowed the breast ,where a ,god yearned to cling2 ,drink-hael6 so ,jesu pressed ,life from its mystic spring2 ,then hush and bend in reverend sign ,and breathe the thrilling reeds for wine4 ,waes-hael6 in shadowy scene ,lo6 ,christmas children we3 ,drink-hael6 behold we lean ,at a far ,mother's knee2 ,to dream that thus her bosom smiled1 ,and learn the lip of ,bethlehem's ,child4 ,,old ,,nuns ,,by ,,james ,m4 ,,hayes ,our ,lady smiles on youthful nuns1 ,she loves them well4 ,our ,lady's smile like sunshine floods ,each convent cell1 ,but fondest falls ,our ,lady's smile ,where old nuns dwell2 ,old nuns whose hearts are young with love ,for ,mary's ,son1 ,old nuns whose prayers for faltering souls ,have victory won1 ,old nuns whose lives are beautiful ,with service done4 ,their love a loveless world has saved ,from ,god's dread rod1 ,the paths where ,sorrow walks with ,sin ,their feet have trod1 ,their knees have worn the flags that pave ,the house of ,god4 ,our ,lady smiles on youthful nuns1 ,she loves them well2 ,our ,lady's smile like sunshine floods ,each convent cell2 ,but fondest falls ,our ,lady's smile ,where old nuns dwell4 ,,the ,,mother ,,of ,,the ,,rose ,,by ,,james ,m4 ,,hayes ,i kneel on ,holy ,thursday with the faithful worshipping ,where ,christ is throned in splendor as the sacramental ,king4 ,i ever will remember it1 that wondrous full-blown rose ,among the burning tapers on the altar of repose4 ,o blessed among roses all1 to bloom in beauty there1 ,to give your heart unto your ,god and in ,his glory share4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in quiet fields beyond the town1 near where the river flows ,there is a humble garden where a gentle rose-tree grows4 ,to-night ,our ,lord remembers on the altar of repose ,this rose-tree in the fields afar1 the mother of the rose4 ,,the ,,transfiguration ,,by ,,james ,m4 ,,hayes ,he seeks the mountains where the olives grow1 ,the ,lord of ,glory1 veiled in humble guise2 ,his soul is shadowed with a coming woe1 ,the grief of all the world is in ,his eyes3 ,his spirit struggles in the dark caress ,of anguish1 pain and utter loneliness4 ,he always loved the mountain tops1 for there ,away from earth1 ,he treads the mystic ways1 ,and sees the vision of the ,fairest ,fair1 ,as ,heaven dawns upon ,his raptured gaze2 ,the loneliness1 the pain1 the grief depart2 ,surpassing gladness fills ,his ,sacred ,heart4 ,that day ,he stood upon the olive hill1 ,and ,peter1 ,james and ,john in wonder saw ,the burning glories of the ,god-head fill ,his soul with grandeur1 and in holy awe ,they fell upon the ground and cried for grace1 ,lest they should die beholding ,god's own ,face4 ,as minor chords that sob from strings of gold ,the ,master speaks in accents sweet and sad3 ,the vision past1 the chosen three behold ,no one but ,jesus and their souls are glad4 ,the awe1 the splendor and the glory gone1 ,how sweet the face of ,christ to look upon6 ,,beloved1 ,,it ,,is ,,morn ,,by ,,emily ,h4 ,,hickey ,beloved1 it is morn6 ,a redder berry on the thorn1 ,a deeper yellow on the corn1 ,for this good day new-born4 ,pray1 ,sweet1 for me ,that ,i may be ,faithful to ,god and thee4 ,beloved1 it is day6 ,and lovers work1 as children play1 ,with heart and brain untired alway3 ,dear love1 look up and pray4 ,pray1 ,sweet1 for me ,that ,i may be ,faithful to ,god and thee4 ,beloved1 it is night6 ,thy heart and mine are full of light1 ,thy spirit shineth clear and white1 ,god keep thee in ,his sight6 ,pray1 ,sweet1 for me ,that ,i may be ,faithful to ,god and thee4 ,a ,,sea ,,story ,,by ,,emily ,h4 ,,hickey ,silence4 ,a while ago ,shrieks went up piercingly2 ,but now is the ship gone down2 ,good ship1 well manned1 was she4 ,there's a raft that's a chance of life for one1 ,this day upon the sea4 ,a chance for one of two2 ,young1 strong1 are he and he1 ,just in the manhood prime1 ,the comelier1 verily1 ,for the wrestle with wind and weather and wave1 ,in the life upon the sea4 ,one of them has a wife ,and little children three2 ,two that can toddle and lisp1 ,and a suckling on the knee3 ,naked they'll go1 and hunger sore1 ,if he be lost at sea4 ,one has a dream of home1 ,a dream that well may be3 ,he never has breathed it yet2 ,she never has known it1 she4 ,but some one will be sick at heart ,if he be lost at sea4 8,wife and kids at home6-- ,wife1 kids1 nor home has he6-- ,give us a chance1 ,bill60 ,then1 8,all right1 ,jem60 ,quietly ,a man gives up his life for a man1 ,this day upon the sea4 ,,the ,,starlight ,,night ,,by ,,gerard ,,hopkins1 ,s4,j4 ,look at the stars6 look1 look up at the skies6 ,o look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air6 ,the bright boroughs1 the quivering citadels there6 ,the dim woods quick with diamond wells2 the elf-eyes6 ,the grey lawns cold where quaking gold-dew lies6 ,wind-beat white-beam2 airy abeles all on flare6 ,flake-doves sent floating out at a farmyard scare6-- ,ah well6 it is a purchase and a prize4 ,buy then6 ,bid then6--,what8--,prayer1 patience1 alms1 vows1-- ,look1 look6 a ,may-mess1 like on orchard boughs2 ,look6 ,march-bloom1 like on mealed-with-yellow sallows4-- ,these are indeed the barn3 within-doors house ,the shocks4 ,this piece-bright paling hides the ,spouse ,christ1 and the mother of ,christ and all his hallows4 ,,the ,,habit ,,of ,,perfection ,,by ,,gerard ,,hopkins1 ,s4,j4 ,elected ,silence1 sing to me ,and beat upon my whorled ear1 ,pipe me to pastures still and be ,the music that ,i care to hear4 ,shape nothing1 lips2 be lovely-dumb3 ,it is the shut1 the curfew sent ,from there where all surrenders come ,which only make you eloquent4 ,be shelled1 eyes1 with double dark ,and find the uncreated light2 ,this ruck and reel which you remark ,coils1 keeps1 and teases simple sight4 ,palate1 the hutch of tasty lust1 ,desire not to be rinsed with wine3 ,the can must be so sweet1 the crust ,so fresh that come in fasts divine6 ,nostrils1 your careless breath that spend ,upon the stir and keep of pride1 ,what relish shall the censers send ,along the sanctuary side6 ,o feel-of-primrose hands1 ,o feet ,that want the yield of plushy sward1 ,but you shall walk the golden street1 ,and you unhouse and house the ,lord4 ,and1 ,poverty1 be thou the bride ,and now the marriage feast begun1 ,and lily-colored clothes provide ,your spouse not labored-at1 nor spun4 ,,spring ,,by ,,gerard ,,hopkins1 ,s4,j4 ,nothing is so beautiful as spring-- ,when weeds1 in wheels1 shoot long and lovely and lush3 ,thrush's eggs look little low heavens1 and thrush ,through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring ,the ear1 it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing2 ,the glassy pear-tree leaves and blooms1 they brush ,the descending blue2 that blue is all in a rush ,with richness2 the racing lambs too have fair their fling4 ,what is all this juice and all this joy8 ,a strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning ,in ,eden garden4 ,have1 get1 before it cloy1 ,before it cloud1 ,christ1 lord1 and sour with shining1 ,innocent mind and ,mayday in girl and boy1 ,most1 ,o maid's child1 thy choice and worthy the winning4 ,,the ,,friar ,,of ,,genoa ,,by ,,scharmel ,,iris ,in ,genoa a friar walked2 ,of every sacred tale he talked2 ,alone he dwelt1 in prayer he knelt2 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,from dawn till dusk he sang4 ,his bruised and blistered feet were bare2 ,his head burned in the sunlight's glare4 ,on stones he slept1 and worked and wept1 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,in every blow or pang4 ,out of his dole he clothed the poor1 ,and every hardship did endure2 ,he blessed the meek and nursed the weak 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,with each succeeding day4 ,and begged for alms for those in need1 ,a kind word spoke with every deed1 ,with sinners dined and led the blind-- 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,until he passed away4 ,and is his work done8 ,ah1 surprise6 ,out of the tomb where low he lies ,a perfume blows1 as of a rose3 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,it sings in shade or sun4 ,and he who breathes it1 him it feeds1 ,and stirs his heart to noble deeds2 ,and one has said1 8,he is not dead-- 8,ave ,maria1 ,ave ,maria60 ,his life has just begun60 ,,the ,,dark ,,angel ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,dark ,angel1 with thine aching lust ,to rid the world of penitence3 ,malicious ,angel1 who still dost ,my soul such subtile violence6 ,because of thee1 no thought1 no thing1 ,abides for me undesecrate3 ,dark ,angel1 ever on the wing1 ,who never reachest me too late6 ,when music sounds1 then changest thou ,its silvery to a sultry fire3 ,nor will thine envious heart allow ,delight untortured by desire4 ,through thee1 the gracious ,muses turn ,to ,furies1 ,o mine ,enemy6 ,and all the things of beauty burn ,with flames of evil ecstasy4 ,because of thee1 the land of dreams ,becomes a gathering place of fears3 ,until tormented slumber seems ,one vehemence of useless tears4 ,when sunlight glows upon the flowers1 ,or ripples down the dancing sea3 ,thou1 with thy troop of passionate powers1 ,beleaguerest1 bewilderest1 me4 ,within the breath of autumn woods1 ,within the winter silences3 ,thy venomous spirit stirs and broods1 ,o ,master of impieties6 ,the ardour of red flame is thine1 ,and thine the steely soul of ice3 ,thou poisonest the fair design ,of nature1 with unfair device4 ,apples of ashes1 golden bright2 ,waters of bitterness1 how sweet6 ,o banquet of a foul delight1 ,prepared by thee1 dark ,paraclete6 ,thou art the whisper in the gloom1 ,the hinting tone1 the haunting laugh3 ,thou art the adorner of my tomb1 ,the minstrel of mine epitaph4 ,i fight thee1 in the ,holy ,name6 ,yet1 what thou dost1 is what ,god saith3 ,tempter6 should ,i escape thy flame1 ,thou wilt have helped my soul from ,death3 ,the second ,death1 that never dies1 ,that cannot die1 when time is dead3 ,live ,death1 wherein the lost soul cries1 ,eternally uncomforted4 ,dark ,angel1 with thine aching lust6 ,of two defeats1 of two despairs3 ,less dread1 a change to drifting dust1 ,than thine eternity of cares4 ,do what thou wilt1 thou shalt not so1 ,dark ,angel6 triumph over me3 ,lonely1 unto the ,lone ,i go2 ,divine1 to the ,divinity4 ,,te ,,martyrum ,,candidatus ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,ah1 see the fair chivalry come1 the companions of ,christ6 ,white ,horsemen1 who ride on white horses1 the ,knights of ,god6 ,they1 for their ,lord and their ,lover who sacrificed ,all1 save the sweetness of treading1 where ,he first trod6 ,these through the darkness of death1 the dominion of night1 ,swept1 and they woke in white places at morning tide3 ,they saw with their eyes1 and sang for joy of the sight1 ,they saw with their eyes the ,eyes of the ,crucified4 ,now1 whithersoever ,he goeth1 with ,him they go3 ,white ,horsemen1 who ride on white horses1 oh fair to see6 ,they ride1 where the ,rivers of ,paradise flash and flow1 ,white ,horsemen1 with ,christ their ,captain3 forever ,he6 ,,christmas ,,and ,,ireland ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,the golden stars give warmthless fire1 ,as weary ,mary goes through night3 ,her feet are torn by stone and briar2 ,she hath no rest1 no strength1 no light3 ,o ,mary1 weary in the snow1 ,remember ,ireland's woe6 ,o ,joseph1 sad for ,mary's sake6 ,look on our earthly ,mother too3 ,let not the heart of ,ireland break ,with agony the ages through3 ,for ,mary's love1 love also thou ,ireland1 and save her now6 ,harsh were the folk1 and bitter stern1 ,at ,bethlehem1 that night of nights4 ,for you no cheering hearth shall burn3 ,we have no room here1 you no rights4 ,o ,mary and ,joseph2 hath not she1 ,ireland1 been even as ye8 ,the ancient ,david's royal house ,was thine1 ,saint ,joseph6 wherefore she1 ,mary1 thine ,ever ,virgin ,spouse1 ,to thine own city went with thee4 ,behold6 thy citizens disown ,the heir of ,david's throne6 ,nay1 more6 ,the very ,king of ,kings ,was with you1 coming to ,his own3 ,they thrust ,him forth to lowliest things2 ,the poor1 meek beasts of toil alone ,stood by1 when came to piteous birth ,the ,god of all the earth4 ,and she1 our ,mother ,ireland1 knows ,insult1 and infamies of wrong3 ,her innocent children clad with woes1 ,her weakness trampled by the strong3 ,and still upon her ,holy ,land ,her pitiless foemen stand4 ,from ,manger unto ,cross and ,crown ,went ,christ3 and ,mother ,mary passed ,through ,seven ,sorrows1 and sat down ,upon the ,angel ,throne at last4 ,thence1 ,mary6 to thine own ,child pray1 ,for ,ireland's hope this day6 ,she wanders amid winter still1 ,the dew of tears is on her face3 ,her wounded heart takes yet its fill ,of desolation and disgrace4 ,god still is ,god6 ,and through ,god she ,foreknows her joy to be4 ,the snows shall perish at the spring1 ,the flowers pour fragrance round her feet3 ,ah1 ,jesus6 ,mary6 ,joseph6 bring ,this mercy from the ,mercy ,seat6 ,send it1 sweet ,king of ,glory1 born ,humbly on ,christmas ,morn6 ,,to ,,my ,,patrons ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,thy spear rent ,christ1 when dead for me ,he lay3 ,my sin rends ,christ1 though never one save ,he ,perfectly loves me1 comforts me4 ,then pray1 ,longinus ,saint6 the ,crucified1 for me4 ,hard is the holy war1 and hard the way3 ,at rest with ancient victors would ,i be4 ,o faith's first glory from our ,england6 pray1 ,st4 ,alban6 to the ,lord of ,hosts1 for me4 ,fain would ,i watch with thee1 till morning gray1 ,beneath the stars austere3 so might ,i see ,sunrise1 and light1 and joy1 at last4 ,then pray1 ,john ,baptist ,saint6 unto the ,christ1 for me4 ,remembering ,god's coronation day2 ,thorns for ,his crown2 ,his throne1 a ,cross3 to thee ,heaven's kingdom dearer was than earth's4 ,then pray ,saint ,louis6 to the ,king of kings1 for me4 ,thy love loved all things3 thy love knew no stay1 ,but drew the very wild beasts round thy knee4 ,o lover of the least and lowest6 pray1 ,saint ,francis6 to the ,son of ,man1 for me4 ,bishop of souls in servitude astray1 ,who didst for holy service set them free3 ,use still thy discipline of love1 and pray4 ,saint ,charles6 unto the world's ,high ,priest1 for me4 ,,our ,,lady ,,of ,,the ,,snows 7,upon reading the poem of that name in the ,underwoods of ,mr4 ,stevenson7 ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,far from the world1 far from delight1 ,distinguishing not day from night2 ,vowed to one sacrifice of all ,the happy things1 that men befall2 ,pleading one sacrifice1 before ,whom sun and sea and wind adore2 ,far from earth's comfort1 far away1 ,we cry to ,god1 we cry and pray ,for men1 who have the common day4 ,dance1 merry world6 and sing3 but we1 ,hearing1 remember ,calvary3 ,get gold1 and thrive you6 but the sun ,once paled2 and the centurion ,said3 ,this dead man was ,god's own ,son4 ,think you1 we shrink from common toil1 ,works of the mart1 works of the soil2 ,that1 prisoners of strong despair1 ,we breathe this melancholy air2 ,forgetting the dear calls of race1 ,and bonds of house1 and ties of place2 ,that1 cowards1 from the field we turn1 ,and heavenward1 in our weakness1 yearn8 ,unjust6 unjust6 while you despise ,our lonely years1 our mournful cries3 ,you are the happier for our prayer2 ,the guerdon of our souls1 you share4 ,not in such feebleness of heart1 ,we play our solitary part2 ,not fugitives of battle1 we ,hide from the world1 and let things be3 ,but rather1 looking over earth1 ,between the bounds of death and birth2 ,and sad at heart1 for sorrow and sin1 ,we wondered1 where might help begin4 ,and on our wonder came ,god's choice1 ,a sudden light1 a clarion voice1 ,clearing the dark1 and sounding clear3 ,and we obeyed3 behold us1 here6 ,in prison bound1 but with your chains3 ,sufferers1 but of alien pains4 ,merry the world1 and thrives apace1 ,each in his customary place3 ,sailors upon the carrying sea1 ,shepherds upon the pasture lea1 ,and merchants of the town2 and they1 ,who march to death1 the fighting way2 ,and there are lovers in the spring1 ,with those1 who dance1 and those1 who sing3 ,the commonwealth of every day1 ,eastward and westward1 far away1 ,once the sun paled2 once cried aloud ,the ,roman1 from beneath the cloud3 ,this day the ,son of ,god is dead6 ,yet heed men1 what the ,roman said8 ,they heed not3 we then heed for them1 ,the mindless of ,jerusalem2 ,careless1 they live and die3 but we ,care1 in their stead1 for ,calvary4 ,o joyous men and women6 strong1 ,to urge the wheel of life along1 ,with strenuous arm1 and cheerful strain1 ,and wisdom of laborous brain3 ,we give our life1 our heart1 our breath1 ,that you may live to conquer death2 ,that1 past your tomb1 with souls in health1 ,joy may be yours1 and blessed wealth2 ,through vigils of the painful night1 ,our spirits with your tempters fight3 ,for you1 for you1 we live alone1 ,where no joy comes1 where cold winds moan3 ,nor friends have we1 nor have we foes2 ,our ,queen is of the lonely ,snows4 ,ah6 and sometimes1 our prayers between1 ,come sudden thoughts of what hath been3 ,dreams6 ,and from dreams1 once more we fall ,to prayer3 ,god save1 ,christ keep1 them all4 ,and thou1 who knowest not these things1 ,hearken1 what news our message brings6 ,our toils1 thy joy of life forgot3 ,our lives of prayer forget thee not4 ,,cadgwith ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,my windows open to the autumn night1 ,in vain ,i watched for sleep to visit me3 ,how should sleep dull mine ears1 and dim my sight1 ,who saw the stars1 and listened to the sea8 ,ah1 how the ,city of our ,god is fair6 ,if1 without sea and starless though it be1 ,for joy of the majestic beauty there1 ,men shall not miss the stars1 nor mourn the sea4 ,a ,,friend ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,all1 that he came to give1 ,he gave1 and went again3 ,i have seen one man live1 ,i have seen one man reign1 ,with all the graces in his train4 ,as one of us1 he wrought ,things of the common hour3 ,whence was the charmed soul brought1 ,that gave each act such power2 ,the natural beauty of a flower8 ,magnificence and grace1 ,excellent courtesy3 ,a brightness on the face1 ,airs of high memory3 ,whence came all these1 to such as he8 ,like young ,shakespearian kings1 ,he won the adoring throng3 ,and1 as ,apollo sings1 ,he triumphed with a song3 ,triumphed1 and sang1 and passed along4 ,with a light word he took ,the hearts of men in thrall3 ,and1 with a golden look1 ,welcomed them1 at his call ,giving their love1 their strength1 their all4 ,no man less proud than he1 ,nor cared for homage less2 ,only1 he could not be ,far off from happiness3 ,nature was bound to his success4 ,weary1 the cares1 the jars ,the lets1 of every day3 ,but the heavens filled with stars1 ,chanced he upon the way3 ,and where he stayed1 all joy would stay4 ,now1 when sad night draws down1 ,when the austere stars burn3 ,roaming the vast stars burn3 ,my thoughts and memories yearn ,toward him1 who never will return4 ,yet ,i have seen him live1 ,and owned my friend1 a king3 ,and that he came to give1 ,he gave1 and ,i1 who sing ,his praise1 bring all ,i have to bring4 ,,by ,,the ,,statue ,,of ,,king ,,charles ,,at ,,charing ,,cross ,,by ,,lionel ,,johnson ,sombre and rich1 the skies2 ,great glooms and starry plains4 ,gently the night wind sighs2 ,else a vast silence reigns4 ,the splendid silence clings ,around me3 and around ,the saddest of all kings ,crowned1 and again discrowned4 ,comely and calm1 he rides ,hard by his own ,whitehall3 ,only the night wind glides3 ,no crowds1 nor rebels1 brawl4 ,gone1 too1 his ,court3 and yet1 ,the stars his courtiers are2 ,stars in their stations set2 ,and every wandering star4 ,alone he rides1 alone1 ,the fair and fatal king3 ,dark night is all his own1 ,that strange and solemn thing4 ,which are more full of fate3 ,the stars2 or those sad eyes8 ,which are more still and great3 ,those brows2 or the dark skies8 ,although his whole heart yearn ,in passionate tragedy3 ,never was face so stern ,with sweet austerity4 ,vanquished in life1 his death ,by beauty made amends3 ,the passing of his breath ,won his defeated ends4 ,brief life1 and hapless8 ,nay3 ,through death1 life grew sublime4 ,speak after sentence8 ,yea3 ,and to the end of time4 ,armoured he rides1 his head ,bare to the stars of doom3 ,he triumphs now1 the dead1 ,beholding ,london's gloom4 ,our wearier spirit faints1 ,vexed in the world's employ3 ,his soul was of the saints2 ,and art to him was joy4 ,king1 tried in fires of woe6 ,men hunger for thy grace3 ,and through the night ,i go1 ,loving thy mournful face4 ,yet1 when the city sleeps2 ,when all the cries are still3 ,the stars and heavenly deeps ,work out a perfect will4 ,,the ,,housewife',s ,,prayer ,,by ,,blanche ,,mary ,,kelly ,lady1 who with tender word ,didst keep the house of ,christ the ,lord1 ,who didst set forth the bread and wine ,before the ,living ,wheat and ,vine1 ,reverently didst make the bed ,whereon was laid the holy ,head ,that such a cruel pillow prest ,for our behoof1 on ,calvary's crest2 ,be beside me while ,i go ,about my labors to and fro4 ,speed the wheel and speed the loom1 ,guide the needle and the broom1 ,make my bread rise sweet and light1 ,make my cheese come foamy white1 ,yellow may my butter be ,as cowslips blowing on the lea4 ,homely though my tasks and small1 ,be beside me at them all4 ,then when ,i shall stand to face ,jesu in the judgment place1 ,to me thy gracious help afford1 ,who art the ,handmaid of the ,lord4 ,,brother ,,juniper ,,by ,,blanche ,,mary ,,kelly ,as unto ,francis ,poverty1 ,so ,folly was a bride to thee4 ,not the jade that fashions quips ,for the smiles of mocking lips1 ,and in the face of stony ,death ,capers till she's out of breath1 ,but the maid that moves and sings ,about divinely foolish things1 ,she that gives her substance all ,for love1 and laughs to find it small1 ,she that drew ,god's ,son to be ,a butt1 a jest on ,calvary1 ,and 'neath the leper's guise doth know ,the ,king in his incognito4 ,the world is grown too wise1 and we ,go our sad ways sensibly4 ,o1 would that our lean souls might win ,some grace of thine1 ,god's harlequin1 ,whose days were lavished like fool's gold ,upon ,his pleasures manifold4 8,would ,god10 cried ,francis1 on his knees1 8,i had a forest of such trees60 ,,the ,,throne ,,of ,,the ,,king ,,by ,,francis ,,clement ,,kelley ,the sun was setting1 and its golden glow ,deepened the shadows on the village street1 ,and reverent touched the beauty of the head ,of ,him who sat1 in thought1 beside the well ,of ,nazareth4 ,two women came to fill ,their earthen jars2 and sent their burdens down ,to where the water lay2 then drew them up4 ,but still the ,boy1 unmoved1 gazed steadily ,upon the distant hills1 that girded round ,jerusalem1 the ,city of the ,soul4 ,his eyes were deep as some unfathomed sea1 ,that tosses wreckage on its billowed crest2 ,but hides its treasures ever in the caves1 ,that men shall never touch1 or touching die4 8,how strange the ,boy10 one woman softly said ,as back they went1 their burdens on their heads4 8,yet ,he is ,joseph's ,son10 the other spoke1 8,and ,joseph is my neighbor1 a just man2 ,but not more lettered than the other men1 ,your own and mine4 ,he is not priest nor scribe ,that he could teach such wisdom to his ,son4 ,and it doth sometimes seem the ,boy is wise ,beyond ,his years1 with knowledge overmuch40 8,his mother1 whom ,i know10 her friend replied1 8,as ,mary1 sweeps the shavings from the floor1 ,cooks the poor fare for ,joseph and her ,son1 ,cares for the water1 and her jar brings here ,as we do every day1 who know not much ,beyond the things we hear from holy men4 ,yet strange is ,mary too2 ,i know not where ,to match the peace that's on her tranquil brow2 ,though1 through it all1 ,i've seen the ,shadow there ,the dread of days to come1 though all resigned4 ,so like ,his mother is this only ,son ,in beauty1 in the peace that's on ,his face2 ,but sometimes1 deeper still1 the ,shadow falls ,across ,his features4 ,look6 behold it now4 ,for it doth speak the dread of awful things1 ,more awful than the ruin of a world60 ,a-down the street there rang a clatter loud ,of horses dashing in a maddened run1 ,and sounds of wheels swift rolling on the pave4 ,the women shrank affrighted to the wall1 ,and cowered there in trembling1 mortal fear4 ,in view the charging horses passed along ,straight to the well1 no driver grasped the reins1 ,for he had fallen to the stony street4 ,yet never moved the ,boy1 nor turned ,his eyes ,from off the hills that held them so intent4 ,but from a doorway rushed a stranger lad ,who grasped the bit of one1 and held him fast4 ,the others1 panting1 stopped so near the ,boy ,that1 on ,his face ,he must have felt the heat ,which steaming rose from their perspiring flanks1 ,as now they stood1 foam-flecked and trembling by4 ,the driver came and meekly murmured thanks1 ,before he led his charges back again ,to where his master waited for the steeds4 8,he gave me naught but words1 and ,i did save ,the steeds4 ,the chariot1 too1 would have been dashed ,all broken on the stones1 had ,i not come40 ,the lad was angered1 but the ,boy moved not1 ,though from the distant hills ,his gaze was drawn4 8,dost thou not know10 the lad said1 wonderingly1 8,how near was ,death to thee a moment since80 ,the ,boy1 now fully aroused1 smiled at the lad ,all kindly1 as a loving father smiles ,upon his child that waked him unaware1 ,whose sleep nor storm nor clatter could affect1 ,yet at the touch of little baby hands ,opens wide his eyes1 that twinkle joyfully4 8,no nearer to grim ,death10 the ,boy replied1 8,was ,i than thou1 my friend1 art near it now4 ,thou seekest ,joseph and hast wandered far ,from distant ,jaffa1 where thy father died4 ,thou'rt ,fidus named4 ,from ,joseph thou wouldst learn ,the craftsman's art1 and how to handle tools ,to work with wood1 that thou thyself may'st be ,like him1 a craftsman skilled in his own trade40 8,a prophet ,thou60 the lad in wonder cried4 8,come with me10 made ,he answer4 8,i am known ,as ,joseph's ,son2 so ,i will speak for thee40 ,as evening fell on ,nazareth's burning street ,each day these two would wander out alone2 ,and by the well1 or in a quiet glade ,seated1 would hold their talk1 with none to hear4 ,yet converse scarce it was2 with ears intent1 ,fidus did always listen1 while the ,boy ,poured out a tale of ,kings and ,prophets old2 ,of marvels that they worked to testify ,unto a ,king whom yet the earth would see1 ,a ,king of all ,judea and the world2 ,whose glory1 mounting even to the stars ,would dim with rich effulgence1 their great light4 ,the ,sun of ,justice ,he1 the ,moon of night ,that had for ages settled o'er the earth4 ,he told of wonders that the ,king would do ,before ,he mounted to ,his mighty throne4 ,he told of love surpassing every love ,that earth had seen1 and of ,his ,kingdom wide2 ,till all on fire ,fidus hung'red to see ,the ,king ,himself1 and worship at ,his throne4 8,a ,roman though ,i am10 he oft would cry1 8,thy ,king ,i'd welcome and for ,him ,i'd serve40 8,yet thou art craftsman and no soldier thou40 8,a craftsman too can serve his loyal due40 8,how wouldst thou serve80 the ,boy inquiring spoke4 8,when ,joseph bids me go1 that ,i can learn no more1 ,this ,i can do--to build for ,him ,his throne40 ,the ,shadow swept across the boyish face-- ,the ,shadow ,fidus once had seen before2 ,and he was silent1 for in awe he stood ,when that mysterious shade shut off the light ,that shone out from the radiant brow4 ,the ,shadow was not fear1 nor dread of death2 ,but dread of something worse than death could bring4 ,it was as if a lily1 broken1 bent1 ,but yet unsullied1 now was stained with filth ,by impious hand2 more cruel far than death ,the marring of the whiteness death had spared3 ,or like a stream1 that through its mountain bed ,had raced unfettered1 toward the amber sea1 ,and o'er the rapids and the pebbles dashed ,clear1 cold and placid when the mouth is reached2 ,then1 death unfeared before it1 ready now ,to give back to the ocean all it gave1 ,into its pureness poured a stream so dark ,that tainted all its life1 when life was lost4 ',twas thus the ,shadow seemed2 but soon it passed1 ,and smiling boyhood turned a happy face ,the while he said3 8,so thou wouldst build ,his throne8 ,but dost thou know the form that throne will take80 8',t will be a throne10 ,fidus replied1 8so high ,that all may see ,him1 while from it ,he reigns1 ,and know that ,he has come unto ,his own40 8,aye10 quick the ,boy made answer1 8it shall be ,uplifted high that every man may see2 ,not ,jews alone but even ye of ,rome2 ,and men from ,britain too1 on farthest shore ,of ,rome's great ,empire3 they shall see and know ,the ,king who reigns upon that living throne2 ,and in the ,islands of unchartered seas ,the ,king shall lifted be1 that all may know2 ,and worlds still undiscovered shall bow down ,to do ,him homage1 yet shall hate ,his name4 ,for homage goes with hate1 and hate will be ,the measure of the homage that shall swell ,in pans great around the royal throne40 ,fidus looked wond'ring at the ,boy ,who spoke1 ,as if the right to build the throne were ,his ,and ,he could give it to the friend who asked ,this only boon1 as pledge of love untold4 8,and ,i would build it strong so it could go ,o'er sea and land1 and last for aye and aye40 8,so thou wouldst build the throne80 again the ,boy ,half musing spoke4 ,across ,his face once more ,the ,shadow fell2 and1 as he stood1 ,his hands ,he lifted up and out1 as if in prayer4 ,another ,shadow fell upon the ground1 ,the arms and body strangely like a ,cross4 ,fidus was silent till the prayer was done4 ,the sun now set1 and all the shadows passed4 ,they1 arm in arm1 ran fast to ,joseph's house4 ,but1 at the door they paused and1 said the ,boy3 8,thou must remember ever this thy day ,when ,i the promise gave that ,i can keep1 ,for thou shalt build ,his throne60 ,the years passed on1 ,and ,fidus to the ,roman hosts returned ,where1 welcomed as a soldier's clever son1 ,he wrought in wood for all the legions there ,in ,jaffa1 where his father had been killed4 ,for eighteen years he stayed beside the sea ,and1 working at the trade that ,joseph taught1 ,he never once forgot the precious pledge ,the ,boy had made4 ,but never saw nor heard ,aught of his friend4 ,then he was sent away ,by ,pilate's call1 unto ,jerusalem4 ,the evening of the day when he arrived ,great turmoil swept along the ,jaffa road1 ,and near the ,gate of ,gardens1 where the hill ,called ,calvary lifted up its rocky head4 ,he heard the crowds discuss a ,wonder-,man ,the priests had taken1 and was on ,his way ,to judgment4 8,out on such a ,king10 cried one1 8,himself ,he can not save from shameful death4 ,to-morrow's sun will see ,him lifted up ,above the hill1 and throw the ,shadow of ,a ,cross upon you fools who thought ,him ,king40 ,and on the faces dark of all around1 ,fidus saw ,hate he could not understand4 ,then up a vision rose of ,nazareth ,when evening fell2 a ,boy of beauty rare1 ,with a strange ,shadow on ,his lovely face1 ,standing with arms outstretched in prayer1 ,the glory of the setting sun upon ,his head4 ,but long and grim the shadow of a ,cross ,before ,him as ,he stood4 ,then to his mind ,came swift the stories of the mighty ,king1 ,and then the promise3 8,thou shalt build ,his throne40 ,alas6 the long and wav'ring years had swept ,the dreams of youth away2 but still remained ,the love1 that hungered now to feel the hand ,within his own of ,mary's ,son4 ,the day ,rose brightly in the ,east4 ,at ,pilate's door ,he met by chance a captain he had known ,in ,jaffa1 who bade him attentive wait ,within the hall1 amongst the soldiers there4 ,but soon a tumult rose without the doors2 ,the ,wonder-,man was coming to be judged4 ,then1 as the cries increased1 his friend came in4 8,make thou a ,cross10 he said1 8,we have but two ,and1 if ,i judge aright1 three shall be sent ,beyond the wall this day to ,calvary40 ,no more of shouting ,fidus heard1 for he ,alone made ready a great ,cross of wood2 ,and1 that his craftsman skill should be confessed1 ,he made it well1 both strong and workmanlike4 8',tis fit10 he said1 8to serve a ,king10 and smiled ,at his grim jest2 then went he on his way4 ,out in the streets the crowd was surging on ,along the way that leads to ,calvary's hill4 ,and o'er it ,fidus saw his ,cross2 and then1 ,sometimes1 a thorn-crowned head with waving hair ,blood-clotted now1 and stained a deeper hue2 ,and ,hate seemed in the air vibrating round4 ,when sudden1 like a bell that sweetly rings ,above a storm1 and seems a messenger ,of ,peace and ,love1 there woke upon his soul ,from out the sleeping past1 some prophet words3 8,for homage goes with hate1 and hate shall be ,the measure of the homage that shall swell ,in pans great around the royal throne40 ,the surging crowd hid from his eyes the things ,he did not care to see1 but faint he heard ,the hammer strokes1 that seemed to drive the nails ,deep in his heart4 ,then turned he to a man ,who silent stood beside him1 and he said3 8,a stranger ,i1 from ,jaffa1 yesternight ,i came4 ,this man8 ,what evil hath ,he done80 8,i know not any wrong that ,he hath done10 ,came answer fast4 8,i only know the good ,that ,he had wrought4 ,behold my eyes that see6 ,once they were dark4 ,he passed me by one day ,and loud ,i cried3 #8,o ,son of ,david1 mercy show ,that ,i may see4' ,he touched me and ,i saw40 ,another silent man near ,fidus stood1 ,to him he spoke1 8,and friend1 what knowest thou80 8,i know that now ,i live though ,i was dead2 ,for ,i had gone into the ending tomb ,all spiced for rest and bound with linen bands2 ,and ,he did come1 and ,he did call me forth4 ,i heard ,his voice that sounded far away1 ,as if ,i stood within a valley deep1 ,and some one1 from the mountain crest1 ,kept calling me4 ,then clearer was the ,voice2 ,as if on wings1 ,i soared aloft to ,him1 ,who had the ,power to bid me come or stay4 ,again my heart did beat and vital blood ,surged through my wid'ning veins4 ,i lived again40 ,then ,fidus quick recalled a wondrous thing3 ,he saw the ,boy in ,joseph's little shop1 ,a sick lamb refuged in ,his tender arms4 ,he gently stroked the lamb and then the pain ,was gone from out its piteous pleading eyes4 ,and1 lo1 the man felt hot tears on his cheeks4 ,the ,cross was raised1 and faint the outline stood ',twixt ,fidus and the lurid1 murky sky ,that threatened from afar a terror dark4 ,then swift it came1 for all of darkness dread ,that air could hold1 fell down upon the earth4 ,the stumbling crowd in panic slunk away2 ,but ,fidus groped through darkness to the ,cross4 ,he heard a moan of sorrow4 ,well he knew ,the voice of ,mary1 she of ,joseph's house4 ,his heart stood still2 the ,vision came again3 ,that evening fair--the ,boy--the distant hills-- ,the ,shadow of the ,cross upon the earth ,as ,he stood silent all absorbed in prayer-- ,the promise that himself should build a throne4 8,aye10 so the ,boy had said1 8for it shall be ,raised up on high that every man may see1 ,not ,jews alone1 but even ye of ,rome2 ,and men from ,britain too1 on farthest shore ,of ,rome's great ,empire3 they shall see and know ,the ,king ,who reigns upon that living throne2 ,and1 in the ,islands of uncharted seas ,the ,king shall lifted be that all may know2 ,and worlds still undiscovered shall bow down ,to do ,him homage1 yet shall hate ,his name4 ,for homage goes with hate1 and hate will be ,the measure of the homage that shall swell ,in pans great around ,his royal throne40 ,a lightning flash6 ,the rocks asunder rent1 ,the tombs burst open and the dead arose4 ,one moment ,fidus saw the ,crucified ,ere darkness fell again around the ,cross4 ,but in that moment a new vision rose2 ,he saw the hill rise high1 and higher still1 ,till over all the mountains of the world ,it towering stood2 and nations1 worshipping ,gazed on a mighty throne that bore a ,king6 ,blood red the jewels in ,his crown of thorns1 ,with ermined pain that wrapped ,him all about1 ,deep in ,his hands the orb and sceptre nails1 ,quite gone the ,shadow of the primal sin ,and1 on ,his brow1 fulfilled the ancient pledge ,of ,earth's ,redemption4 ,,the ,,child',s ,,wish ,,granted ,,by ,,george ,,parsons ,,lathrop ,do you remember1 my sweet1 absent son1 ,how in the soft ,june days forever done ,you loved the heavens so warm and clear and high2 ,and1 when ,i lifted you1 soft came your cry1-- 8,put me 'way up1--'way up in blue sky08 ,i laughed and said ,i could not1--set you down ,your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown ,of bright hair gladdening me as your raced by1 ,another ,father now1 more strong than ,i1 ,has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky4 ,,charity ,,by ,,george ,,parsons ,,lathrop ,unarmed she goeth1 yet her hands ,strike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands1 ,no fatal hurt of foe she fears1-- ,veiled1 as with mail1 in mist of gentle tears4 ',gainst her thou canst not bar the door2 ,like air she enters2 where none dared before4 ,even to the rich she can forgive ,their regal selfishness1--and let them live6 ,a ,,song ,,before ,,grief ,,by ,,rose ,,hawthorne ,,lathrop ,sorrow1 my friend1 ,when shall you come again8 ,the wind is slow1 and the bent willows send ,their silvery motions wearily down the plain4 ,the bird is dead ,that sang this morning through the summer rain6 ,sorrow1 my friend1 ,i owe my soul to you4 ,and if my life with any glory end ,of tenderness for others1 and the words are true1 ,said1 honoring1 when ,i'm dead1-- ,sorrow1 to you1 the mellow praise1 the funeral wreath1 are due4 ,and yet1 my friend1 ,when love and joy are strong1 ,your terrible visage from my sight ,i rend ,with glances to blue heaven4 ,hovering along1 ,by mine your shadow led1 8,away60 ,i shriek1 8nor dare to work my new-sprung mercies wrong60 ,still1 you are near3 ,who can your care withstand8 ,when deep eternity shall look most clear1 ,sending bright waves to kiss the trembling land1 ,my joy shall disappear1-- ,a flaming torch thrown to the golden sea by your pale hand4 ,,the ,,clock',s ,,song ,,by ,,rose ,,hawthorne ,,lathrop ,eileen of four1 ,eileen of smiles2 ,eileen of five1 ,eileen of tears2 ,eileen of ten1 of fifteen years1 ,eileen of youth ,and woman's wiles2 ,eileen of twenty1 ,in love's land1 ,eileen all tender ,in her bliss1 ,untouched by sorrow's treacherous kiss1 ,and the sly weapons in life's hand1-- ,eileen aroused to share all fate1 ,eileen a wife1 ,pale1 beautiful1 ,eileen most grave and dutiful1 ,mourning her dreams in queenly state4 ,eileen6 ,eileen6444 ,,ireland ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy 7,senior7 ,i loved a love--a royal love-- ,in the golden long ago2 ,and she was fair as fair could be4 ,the foam upon the broken sea1 ,the sheen of sun1 or moon1 or star1 ,the sparkle from the diamond spar1 ,not half so rare and radiant are ,as my own love--my royal love-- ,in the golden long ago4 ,and she had stately palace halls-- ,in the golden long ago2 ,and warriors1 men of stainless swords1 ,were seated at her festive boards1 ,fierce champions of her lightest words1 ,while hymned the bard the chieftain's praise1 ,and sang their deed of battle days1 ,to cheer my love1 my royal love1 ,in the golden long ago4 ,she wore a stately diadem-- ,in the golden long ago2 ,wrought by a cunning craftsman's hand1 ,and fashioned from a battle brand1 ,full fit for the queen of a soldier land2 ,her sceptre was a sabre keen1 ,her robe a robe of radiant green1 ,my queenly love1 my royal love1 ,in the golden long ago4 ,alas for my love1 my royal love1 ,of the golden long ago6 ,for gone are all her warrior bands1 ,and rusted are her battle brands1 ,and broken her sabre bright and keen1 ,and torn her robe of radiant green1 ,a slave where she was a stainless queen1 ,my own love1 my royal love1 ,of the golden long ago4 ,but there is hope for my royal love ,of the golden long ago2 ,beyond the broad and shining sea ,gathers a stubborn chivalry1 ,that yet will come to make her free1 ,and hedge her round with gleaming spears1 ,and crown her queen of all the years1 ,my own love1 my royal love1 ,of the golden long ago4 ,,music ,,magic ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy ,perhaps there is no magic in this dull old world of ours2 ,perhaps there are no ,fairy ,tales to gladden heart-break hours2 ,perhaps there is no beauty1 and perhaps all things are wrong2 ,but still there is the wonder of a little1 old-time song6 ,a squeaking and battered old organ1 rattling a moss-covered tune1 ,stood in the street of the city1 there1 in the heat of the noon2 ,banging of roses and sunshine1 thrilling of lands far away1 ,whispering songs of my childhood1--sorrowful1 simple and gay2 ,i was a child for a moment1 filled with a child's petty fears1 ,dreaming1 and dreaming1 and dreaming1 never a thought of the tears4 ,then as the music softened1 singing of love and of life1 ,brought it back thought of the old days1 far from the toil and the strife1 ,glimmer of gold in the star-light1 shimmer of silk by the sea2 ,words that were whispered1 half-spoken1 dreams that were never to be4 ,sweet intermingled with sadness1 what is as dear as the past8 ,is there a day in the future that is as fair as the last8 ,music1 oh1 music the master1 there in the heat of the noon1 ,a squeaking and battered old organ1 rattling a moss-covered tune1 ,carried me back in my dreaming1 far1 to the long1 long ago2 ,feeling1 'way down in my heart-chords1 hope ,i thought never could glow2 ,brought to me1 who was a failure1 beaten and crossed in the fight1 ,help in the hour of the darkness--pointed the way to the light4 ,perhaps there is no magic in this dull1 old world of ours2 ,perhaps there are no ,fairy ,tales to gladden heart-break hours2 ,perhaps there is no beauty and perhaps all things are wrong2 ,but still there is the wonder of a little1 old-time song6 ,,gethsemane ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy ,breathes there a man who claimeth not ,one lonely spot1 ,his own ,gethsemane1 ,whither with his inmost pain ,he fain ,would weary plod1 ,find the surcease that is known ,in wind a-moan ,and sobbing sea1 ,cry his sorrow hid of men1 ,and then-- ,touch hands with ,god4 ,,my ,,lips ,,would ,,sing---- ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy ,my lips would sing a song for you1 a soulful little song for you1 ,a plaintive little song for you1 upon a summer's day2 ,but for the very life of me1 the merry1 merry life of me1 ,the laughter-loving life of me1 ,i cannot but be gay4 ,for oh1 the sun is shining1 ,dear1 and who could be repining1 ,dear1 ,and who would be unhappy1 ,dear1 when all the world is young8 ,so ,i will hum a melody1 a mirthful little melody1 ,a joyous little melody that never yet was sung4 ,and you shall hear of ,fairyland1 of ,kings and ,queens of ,fairyland1 ,of men and maids of ,fairyland1 and ,love shall be the theme1 ,and straight before your brimming eyes1 a golden glint of ,paradise ,shall steal1 ,my ,dear1 to still your sighs1 and give you back your dream4 ,and you will taste of happiness1 a tiny bit of happiness1 ,a wistful bit of happiness1 upon a summer's day2 ,and just a little smile from you1 a sunny little smile from you1 ,a trembly little smile from you shall be a poet's pay6 ,,my ,,ship ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy ,my ship is an old ship and her sails are grey and torn1 ,and in the dim and misty night she seems a thing forlorn2 ,her battered sides are beetle black1 her decks are scarred and old1 ,and heavy rise the musty scents from out her crumbling hold4 ,the young ships in the tide-way with a sneering smile sail by1 ,and fair they flash their white sails against a sun-drenched sky1 ,and fleet they run before the clouds that usher in a blow1 ,but could a storm coerce my ship whene'er she wished to go6 ,my ship is an old ship and her sails are torn and grey1 ,and she's not white and beautiful1 nor fragile such as they1 ,but she has sailed o'er every sea to every land a-gleam1 ,and on her decks make merry now the wraiths of youthful dream6 ,,visions ,,by ,,edmund ,,leamy ,i never watch the sun set a-down the ,western skies ,but that within its wonderness ,i see my mother's eyes2 ,i never hear the ,west wind sob softly in the trees ,but that there comes her broken call far o'er the distant seas2 ,and never shine the dim stars but that my heart would go ,away and back to olden lands and dreams of long ago4 ,a rover of the wide world1 when yet my heart was young ,the sea came whispering to me in well-beloved tongue1 ,and oh6 the promises she held of golden lands a-gleam ,that clung about my boy-heart and filled mine eyes with dream1 ,and ,wanderlust came luring me till 'neath the stars ,i swore ,that ,i would be a wanderer for ever1 ever more4 ,a-rover of the wide world1 ,i've seen the ,northern lights ,a-flashing countless colours in the knife-cold wintry nights2 ,i've watched the ,southern ,cross ablaze o'er smiling1 sunny lands1 ,and seen the lazy sea caress palm-sheltered1 silvery sands2 ,still wild unrest is scouring me1 the ,wanderlust of yore1 ,and ,i must be a wanderer for ever1 ever more4 ,and yet1 ,i see the sun set a-down the ,western skies ,and glimpse within the wonderness my mother's pleading eyes2 ,and yet ,i hear the ,west wind sob softly in the trees1 ,that vainly cloaks her broken call far o'er the distant seas2 ,and still when shine the dim stars my wander heart would go ,away and back to her side1 and dreams of long ago4 ,,ireland1 ,,mother ,,of ,,priests ,,by ,,shane ,,leslie ,the fishwife sits by the side ,of her childing bed1 ,her fire is deserted and sad1 ,her beads are long said2 ,her tears ebb and flow with the sea1 ,her grief on the years1 ,but little she looks to the tide1 ,and little she hears3 ,for children in springtime play round ,her sorrowing heart1 ,to win them their feeding she loves ,to hunger apart2 ,her children in summer she counts ,awhile for her own2 ,but winter is ever the same1 ,the loved ones are flown4 ,far over the sea they are gone1 ,far out of her ken ,they travel the furthest of seas ,as fishers of men4 ,yet never a word to her sons ,to keep them at home1 ,and never a motherly cry ,goes over the foam2 ,she sits with her head in her hands1 ,her eyes on the flame1 ,and thinks of the others that played1 ,yet left her the same1 ,with vesture she wove on the loom ,four-coloured to be1 ,and lanterns she trimmed with her hair ,to light them to sea4 ,oh1 far have the living ones gone1 ,and further the dead1 ,for spirits come never to watch ,the fisherwife's bed2 ,and sonless she sits at the hearth1 ,and peers in the flame1 ,she knows that their fishing must come ,as ever it came-- ,a fishing that never set home1 ,but seaways it led1 ,for ,god who has taken her sons ,has buried her dead4 ,,the ,,hunters ,,by ,,ruth ,,temple ,,lindsay 8,the ,devil1 as a roaring lion1 goeth about seeking whom he may devour40 ,the ,lion1 he prowleth far and near4 ,nor swerves for pain or rue2 ,he heedeth nought of sloth nor fear1 ,he prowleth--prowleth through ,the silent glade and the weary street1 ,in the empty dark and the full noon heat2 ,and a little ,lamb with aching feet-- ,he prowleth too4 ,the ,lion croucheth alert1 apart-- ,with patience doth he woo2 ,he waiteth long by this shuttered heart1 ,and the ,lamb--,he waiteth too4 ,up the lurid passes of dreams that kill1 ,through the twisting maze of the great ,untrue1 ,the ,lion followeth the fainting will-- ,and the ,lamb--,he followeth too4 ,from the tickets dim of the hidden way ,where the debts of ,hell accrue1 ,the ,lion leapeth upon his prey3 ,but the ,lamb--,he leapeth too4 ,ah6 loose the leash of the sins that damn1 ,mark ,devil and ,god as goals1 ,in the panting love of a famished ,lamb1 ,gone mad with the need of souls4 ,the ,lion1 he strayeth near and far2 ,what heights hath he left untrod8 ,he crawleth nigh to the purest star1 ,on the trail of the saints of ,god4 ,and throughout the darkness of things unclean1 ,in the depths where the sin-ghouls brood1 ,there prowleth ever with yearning mien-- ,a lamb as white as ,blood6 ,,in ,,cherry ,,lane ,,by ,,rev4 ,,william ,,livingston ,in ,cherry ,lane the blossoms blow ,in wreaths of white around the trees1 ,and spread their petals wide1 as though ,they longed for nectar-seeking bees4 ,o'erhead1 the arching boughs that spring ,from pillar trunks look down and smile ,on lowly currant shrubs that cling ,around their feet along the aisle4 ,in ,cherry ,lane the sunbeams steal ,through many a leaf and branch above1 ,and tender shoots come forth to feel ,the touches of a wondrous love4 ,and life grows warmer with the hours1 ,unmoved1 unchilled by human pang1 ,till from the stems now robed in flowers ,the great red drops in clusters hang4 ,ah1 ,mother mine6 white blossoms came ,and filled my soul with thoughts of thee1 ,who art to those that love thy name ,what honeyed buds are to the bee4 ,thou art the floweret white and fair1 ,a virgin from thy stainless birth1 ,the fruitful stem designed to bear ,a ,saviour to our sinful earth4 ,and when the cherries1 ripe and red1 ,come forth upon the breast of ,june1 ,they'll tell me of a heart that bled1 ,by men forgotten all too soon4 ,ah1 precious drops6 through future days ,preserve my soul from spot or stain1 ,with tender thoughts of love and praise ,that once were mine in ,cherry ,lane4 ,,surrender ,,by ,s4 ,m4 ,m4 ,if thou art merely conscious clay--ah1 well1 ,tire not such stuff with futile1 tread-mill climb ,which lifts to leave thee level with the slime2 ,nor think that death can break thy earth-born spell2 ,clay hath no heel ,achillean1 vulnerable4 ,be animate till some deliberate time ,shall choke and crunch thee to potential grime1 ,for thou art fit for neither heaven nor hell4 ,but ,he ,who made thee cousin to the clod ,first plunged thee in the ,spirit ,which is ,he1 ,whence thou hast risen1 divinely armed and shod ,to scale the ramparts of eternity4 ,already stricken with the shafts of ,god1 ,thou fallest prisoner to the ,deity4 ,,hymn ,,for ,,pentecost ,,by ,,james ,,clarence ,,mangan ,pure ,spirit of the always-faithful ,god1 ,kindler of ,heaven's true light within the soul6 ,from the lorn land our sainted fathers trod1 ,ascends to ,thee our cry of hope and dole4 ,thee1 ,thee we praise2 ,to ,thee we raise ,our choral hymn in these awakening days3 ,o send us down anew that fire ,which of old lived in ,david's and ,isaiah's lyre4 ,centuries had rolled1 and earth lay tombed in sleep1 ,the nightmare-sleep of nations beneath kings2 ,and far abroad o'er liberty's great deep ,death's angel waved his black and stilling wings4 ,then struck ,thine hour6 ,thou1 in ,thy power1 ,but breathedst1 and the free stood up1 a tower2 ,and tyranny's thrones and strongholds fell1 ,and men made jubilee for an abolished hell4 ,and she1 our mother-home1 the famed1 the fair1 ,the golden house of light and intellect1 ,must she still groan in her intense despair8 ,shall she lie prone while ,europe stands erect8 ,forfend this1 ,thou ,to whom we vow ,souls even our giant wrongs shall never bow3 ,thou wilt not leave our green flag furled1 ,nor bear that we abide the byword of the world4 ,like the last lamp that burned in ,tullia's tomb ,through ages1 vainly1 with unwaning ray2 ,our star of hope lights but a path of gloom ,whose false track leads us round and round alway4 ,but ,thou canst open ,a gate from hope ,to victory6 ,thou canst nerve our arms to cope ,with looming storm and danger still1 ,and lend a thunder-voice to the land's lightning will4 ,descend1 then1 ,spirit of the ,eternal ,king6 ,to ,thee1 to ,him1 to ,his avenging ,son1 ,the ,triune of ,god1 in boundless trust we cling2 ,his help once ours1 our nationhood is won4 ,we watch the time ,till that sublime ,event shall thrill the free of every clime4 ,speed1 mighty ,spirit6 speed its march1 ,and thus complete for earth mankind's triumphal arch4 ,,dark ,,rosaleen ,,by ,,james ,,clarence ,,mangan ,o my dark ,rosaleen1 ,do not sigh1 do not weep6 ,the priests are on the ocean green1 ,they march along the deep4 ,there's wine from the royal ,pope ,upon the ocean green1 ,and ,spanish ale shall give you hope1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,shall glad your heart1 shall give you hope1 ,shall give you health1 and help1 and hope1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,over hills and through dales ,have ,i roamed for your sake2 ,all yesterday ,i sailed the sails ,on river and on lake4 ,the ,erne1 at its highest flood1 ,i dashed across unseen1 ,for there was lightning in my blood1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,oh6 there was lightning in my blood1 ,red lightning through my blood1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,all day long1 in unrest1 ,to and fro do ,i move1 ,the very soul within my breast ,is wasted for you1 love6 ,the heart in my bosom faints ,to think of you1 my ,queen1 ,my life of life1 my saint of saints1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,to hear your sweet and sad complaints1 ,my life1 my love1 my saint of saints1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,woe and pain1 pain and woe1 ,are my lot1 night and noon1 ,to see your bright face clouded so1 ,like to the mournful moon4 ,but yet will ,i rear your throne ,again in golden sheen2 ',tis you shall reign1 shall reign alone1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ',tis you shall have the golden throne1 ',tis you shall reign1 and reign alone1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,over dews1 over sands1 ,will ,i fly for your weal3 ,your holy1 delicate white hands ,shall girdle me with steel4 ,at home in your emerald bowers1 ,from morning's dawn till e'en1 ,you'll pray for me1 my flower of flowers1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,you'll think of me through daylight's hours1 ,my virgin flower1 my flower of flowers1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,i could scale the blue air1 ,i could plough the high hills1 ,oh1 ,i could kneel all night in prayer1 ,to heal your many ills6 ,and one beamy smile from you ,would float like light between ,my toils and me1 my own1 my true1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,would give me life and soul anew1 ,a second life1 a soul anew1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,oh6 the ,erne shall run red ,with redundance of blood1 ,the earth shall rock beneath our tread1 ,and flames wrap hill and wood1 ,and gun-peal and slogan-cry ,wake many a glen serene1 ,ere you shall fade1 ere you shall die1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,my own ,rosaleen6 ,the ,judgment ,hour must first be nigh1 ,ere you shall fade1 ere you can die1 ,my dark ,rosaleen6 ,,what ,,is ,,white8 ,,by ,,thomas ,,macdonagh ,what is white8 ,the soul of the sage1 faith-lit1 ,the trust of ,age1 ,the infant's untaught wit4 ,what more white8 ,the face of ,truth made known1 ,the ,voice of ,youth ,singing before her throne4 ,,wishes ,,for ,,my ,,son ,born on ,st4 ,cecilia's ,day1 #aiab ,,by ,,thomas ,,macdonagh ,now1 my son1 is life for you-- ,and ,i wish you joy of it1-- ,joy of power in all you do1 ,deeper passion1 better wit ,than ,i had who had enough1 ,quicker life and length thereof1 ,more of every gift but love4 ,love ,i have beyond all men1 ,love that now you share with me-- ,what have ,i to wish you then ,but that you be good and free1 ,and that ,god to you may give ,grace in stronger days to live8 ,for ,i wish you more than ,i ,ever knew of glorious deed1 ,though no rapture passed me by ,that an eager heart could heed1 ,though ,i followed heights and sought ,things the sequel never brought4 ,wild and perilous holy things ,flaming with a martyr's blood1 ,and the joy that laughs and sings ,where a foe must be withstood1 ,joy of headlong happy chance ,leading on the battle dance4 ,but ,i found no enemy1 ,no man in a world of wrong1 ,that ,christ's word of ,charity ,did not render clean and strong-- ,who was ,i to judge my kind1 ,blindest groper of the blind8 ,god to you may give the sight ,and the clear undoubting strength ,wars to knit for single right1 ,freedom's war to knit at length1 ,and to win1 through wrath and strife1 ,to the sequel of my life4 ,but for you1 so small and young1 ,born on ,saint ,cecilia's ,day1 ,i in more harmonious song ,now for nearer joys should pray-- ,simple joys3 the natural growth ,of your childhood and your youth1 ,courage1 innocence and truth3 ,these for you1 so small and young1 ,in your hand and heart and tongue4 ,,resignation ,,by ,,seumas ,,macmanus ,be still1 sad soul1 be still1 ,bend you to ,heaven's high will4 ,when the toilsome race is run1 ,and the summit strove for won-- ,when secrets are unsealed1 ,all hidden things revealed1 ,all mysteries made known1 ,the good we doubted shown1 ,vexed questionings at rest1 ,i'll say1 8,well1 ,god knew best40 99 99 99 99 99 ,me thought you went full soon1 ,in the rapture of the noon1 ,in the glory of the sun1 ,your noble work begun-- ,in your grasp the magic wand ,that would raise a stricken land-- ,a while you fain would stay2 ,but the call brooked no delay3 ,you sighed1 and bowed your head1 ,and they put you with the dead4 ,our ,god is kind1 and ,he ,will blunt the shaft to me2 ,will stay the dripping woe ,ere the chalice overflow2 ,may let me end the race ,with the high sun on my face1 ,and the hot blood bounding free1 ,through the beating veins of me4 ,at most but some sad hours ,and ,he'll call me when ,night lowers4 ,oh1 at the ,trysting ,gate1 ,with radiant face you'll wait6 ,with arms in love outspread ,to take a weary head1 ,and clasp it to your breast ,where always it found rest4 ,you'll speak no word for joy1 ,but1 crooning o'er your boy1 ,draw him into the ,light1 ,where nevermore comes ,night4 ,,in ,,dark ,,hour ,,by ,,seumas ,,macmanus ,i ,turn my steps where the ,lonely ,road ,winds far as the eye can see1 ,and ,i bend my back for the burden sore ,that ,god has reached down to me4 ,i have said farewell to the sun-kissed plains1 ,to joy ,i gave good-bye2 ,now the bleak wide wastes of the world are mine1 ,and the winds that wail in the sky4 ,no bright flower blooms1 no sweet bird calls1 ,nor hermit ever abode1 ,not a green thing lifts one lowly leaf1 ,o ,god1 on the ,lonely ,road6 ,the thick dank mists come stealing down1 ,and press me on every side4 ,with never a voice to cheer me on1 ,and never a hand to guide4 ,i shall cry in my need for a ,voice and ,hand1 ,and the solace of love-wet eyes-- ,and an icy clutch will close on my heart1 ,when ,echo1 the mocker1 replies4 ,i know my good soul will fail me not1 ,when ,forms from the ,dark round me creep1 ,and whisper 'twere sweet to journey no more1 ,but lay down the burden and sleep4 7,look onward and up1 ,o ,heart of my ,heart1 ,where the road strikes the skies afar6 ,to cheer you1 and guide1 thro' your darkest hour1 ,behold yon beckoning ,star67 ,i set my face to the grey wild wastes1 ,i bend my back to the load-- ,dear ,god be kind with the heart-sick child ,who steps on the ,lonely ,road4 ,a ,,song ,,of ,,colours ,,by ,,theodore ,,maynard ,gold for the crown of ,mary1 ,blue for the sea and sky1 ,green for the woods and the meadows ,where small white daisies lie1 ,and red for the colour of ,christ's blood ,when ,he came to the cross to die4 ,these things the high ,god gave us ,and left in the world ,he made-- ,gold for the hilt's enrichment1 ,and blue for the sword's good blade1 ,and red for the roses a youth may set ,on the white brows of a maid4 ,green for the cool1 sweet gardens ,which stretch about the house1 ,and the delicate new frondage ,the winds of spring arouse1 ,and red for the wine which a man may drink ,with his fellows in carouse4 ,blue and green for the comfort ,of tired hearts and eyes1 ,and red for that sudden hour which comes ,with danger and great surprise1 ,and white for the honour of ,god's throne ,when the dead shall all arise4 ,gold for the cope and chalice1 ,for kingly pomp and pride1 ,and red for the feathers men wear in their caps ,when they win a war or a bride1 ,and red for the robe which they dressed ,god in ,on the bitter day ,he died4 ,,the ,,world',s ,,miser ,,by ,,theodore ,,maynard ,i ,a miser with an eager face ,sees that each roseleaf is in place4 ,he keeps beneath strong bolts and bars ,the piercing beauty of the stars4 ,the colours of the dying day ,he hoards as treasure--well ,he may6-- ,and saves with care 7lest they be lost7 ,the dainty diagrams of frost4 ,he counts the hairs of every head1 ,and grieves to see a sparrow dead4 ,,ii ,among the yellow primroses ,he holds ,his ,summer palaces1 ,and sets the grass about them all ,to guard them as ,his spearmen small4 ,he fixes on each wayside stone ,a mark to show it as ,his own1 ,and knows when raindrops fall through air ,whether each single one be there1 ,that gathered into ponds and brooks4 ,they may become ,his picture books1 ,to show in every spot and place ,the living glory of ,his face4 ,,cecidit1 ,,cecidit ,,babylon ,,magna6 ,,by ,,theodore ,,maynard ,the aimless business of your feet1 ,your swinging wheels and piston rods1 ,the smoke of every sullen street ,have passed away with all your ,gods4 ,for in a meadow far from these ,a hodman treads across the loam1 ,bearing his solid sanctities ,to that strange altar called his home4 ,i watch the tall1 sagacious trees ,turn as the monks do1 every one2 ,the saplings1 ardent novices1 ,turning with them towards the sun1 ,that ,monstrance held in ,god's strong hands1 ,burnished in amber and in red2 ,god1 ,his ,own priest1 in blessing stands2 ,the earth1 adoring1 bows her head4 ,the idols of your market place1 ,your high debates1 where are they now8 ,your lawyers' clamour fades apace-- ,a bird is singing on the bough6 ,three fragile1 sacramental things ,endure1 though all your pomps shall pass-- ,a butterfly's immortal wings1 ,a daisy and a blade of grass4 ,a ,,song ,,of ,,laughter ,,by ,,theodore ,,maynard ,the stars with their laughter are shaken2 ,the long waves laugh at sea2 ,and the little ,imp of ,laughter ,laughs in the soul of me4 ,i know the guffaw of a tempest1 ,the mirth of a blossom and bud-- ,but ,i laugh when ,i think of how ,cuchulain laughed ,at the crows with their bills in his blood4 ,the mother laughs low at her baby1 ,the bridegroom with joy in his bride-- ,and ,i think that ,christ laughed when they ,took ,him with staves ,on the night before ,he died4 ,,apocalypse 8,and ,i saw a new heaven and a new earth3 for the first heaven and the first earth are passed away40--,apoc4 xxi4 ,i4 ,,by ,,theodore ,,maynard ,shall summer wood where we have laughed our fill2 ,shall all your grass so good to walk upon2 ,each field that we have loved1 each little hill1 ,be burnt like paper--as hath said ,saint ,john8 ,then not alone they die6 ,for ,god hath told ,how all ,his plains of mingled fire and glass1 ,his walls of hyacinth1 ,his streets of gold1 ,his aureoles of jewelled light shall pass1 ,that ,he may make us nobler things that these1 ,and in her royal robes of blazing red ,adorn ,his bride4 ,yea1 with what mysteries ,and might and mirth shall she be diamonded4 ,and what new secrets shall our ,god disclose2 ,or set what suns of burnished brass to flare2 ,or what empurpled bloom to oust the rose2 ,or what strange grass to glow like angels' hair6 ,what pinnacles of silvery tracery1 ,what dizzy1 rampired towers shall ,god devise ,of topaz1 beryl and chalcedony ,to make ,heaven pleasant to ,his children's eyes6 ,and in what cataclysms of flame and foam ,shall the first ,heaven sink--as red as sin-- ,when ,god hath cast aside ,his ancient home ,as far too mean to house ,his children in4 ,,st4 ,,brigid ,,by ,,denis ,a4 ,,mccarthy ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 she wasn't like other young things1 ,dreaming of lads for her lovers1 and twirling her bracelets and rings2 ,combing and coiling and curling her hair that was black as the sloes1 ,painting her lips and her cheeks that were ruddy and fresh as the rose4 ,ah1 'twasn't ,brigid would waste all her days in such follies as these-- ,christ was the ,lover she worshipped for hour after hour on her knees2 ,christ and ,his ,church and ,his poor1--and 'twas many a mile that she trod ,serving the loathsomest lepers that ever were stricken by ,god4 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 she sold all her jewels and gems1 ,sold all her finely-spun robes that were braided with gold to the hems2 ,kept to her back but one garment1 one dress that was faded and old1 ,gave all her goods to the poor who were famished with hunger and cold4 ,ah1 'twasn't ,brigid would fling at the poor the hard word like a stone-- ,christ the ,redeemer she saw in each wretch that was ragged and lone2 ,every wandering beggar who asked for a bite or a bed ,knocked at her heart like the ,man who had nowhere to shelter ,his head4 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 she angered her father at last4 8,where are your dresses1 my daughter8 ,crom ,cruach6 ,you wear them out fast6 ,where are the chains that ,i bought you all wrought in red gold from the mine8 ,where the bright brooches of silver that once on your bosom would shine80 ,ah1 but 'twas he was the man that was proud of his name and his race1 ,proud of their prowess in battle and proud of their deeds in the chase6 ,knew not the ,christ1 the pale ,god ,whom the priests from afar had brought in1 ,held to the old ,gaelic gods that were known to ,cuchullin and ,finn4 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 made answer1 8,o father10 said she1 8,what is the richest of raiment1 and what are bright jewels to me8 ,lepers of ,christ must ,i care for1 the hungry of ,christ must ,i feed2 ,how can ,i walk in rich robes when ,his people and mine are in need80 ,ah1 but 'twas she didn't fear for herself when he blustered and swore1 ,meekly she bowed when he ordered his chariot brought to the door2 ,meekly obeyed when he bade her get in at the point of his sword1 ,knowing whatever her fate she'd be safe with her ,lover and ,lord4 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 was brought to the court of the ,king1 7,monarch of ,leinster1 ,mac,enda1 whose praises the poets would sing74 8,hither1 ,o monarch10 said ,duffy1 8,i've come with a maiden to sell2 ,buy her and bind her to bondage--she's needing such discipline well60 ,ah1 but 'twas wise was the ,king4 ,from the maid to the chieftain he turned2 ,mildness he saw in her face1 in the other 'twas anger that burned2 8,this is no bondmaid1 ,i'll swear it1 ,o chief1 but a girl of your own4 ,why sells the father the flesh of his flesh and the bone of his bone80 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 was mute while her father replied-- 8,monarch1 this maid has no place as the child of a chieftain of pride4 ,beggars and wretches whose wounds would the soul of a soldier affright1 ,sure1 'tis on these she is wasting my substance from morning till night60 ,ah1 but 'twas bitter was ,duffy2 he spoke like a man that was vext4 ,musing1 the monarch was silent2 he pondered the question perplexed4 8,maiden10 said he1 8if 'tis true1 as ,i've just from your father heard tell1 ,might it not be1 as my bondmaid1 you'd waste all my substance as well80 ,brigid1 the daughter of ,duffy1 made answer4 8,o monarch10 she said1 8,had ,i the wealth from your coffers1 and had ,i the crown from your head-- ,yea1 if the plentiful yield of the broad breasts of ,erin were mine1 ,all would ,i give to the people of ,christ who in poverty pine40 ,ah1 but 'twas then that the ,king felt the heart in his bosom upleap1 8,i am not worthy10 he cried1 8such a maiden in bondage to keep6 ,here's a king's sword for her ransom1 and here's a king's word to decree ,never to other than ,christ and ,his poor let her servitude be60 ,,rosa ,,mystica ,,by ,,denis ,a4 ,,mccarthy ,o ,mystic ,rose1 in ,god's fair garden growing1 ,o ,mystic ,rose1 in ,heaven's high courtyard blowing-- ,make sweet1 make sweet the pathway ,i am going1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,the darkling1 deathward way that ,i am going1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,o ,rose1 more white than snow-wreath in ,december6 ,o ,rose1 more red than sunset's dying ember1 ,my sins forget1 my penitence remember1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,though all should fail1 ,i pray that thou remember1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,o ,mystic ,rose1 the moments fly with fleetness2 ,to judgment ,i1 with all my incompleteness-- ,but thou1 make intercession by thy sweetness1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,be near to soothe and save me by the sweetness1 ,o ,mystic ,rose6 ,,the ,,poor ,,man',s ,,daily ,,bread ,,by ,,denis ,a4 ,,mccarthy ,not only there where jewelled vestments blaze1 ,and princely prelates bow before ,thy shrine1 ,where myriads line the swept and garnished ways ,through which is borne ,thy ,majesty ,divine-- ,o ,jesus of the ever loving heart1 ,not only there ,thou art6 ,but where the lowliest church its cross uplifts ,above the city's sordidness and sin2 ,where all unheeded human wreckage drifts ,and drowns amid the foulness and the din-- ,there1 too1 anear the very gates of hell1 ,o ,saviour1 dost ,thou dwell6 ,oh1 meet it is that round ,thy altar thrones1 ,thy highest priests should ministering throng ,with silken robe1 with gold and precious stones1 ,with solemn chant and loud triumphant song3 ,what beauty that the world could give would be ,too beautiful for ,thee8 ,and yet to those that work with grimy hands ,and sweaty brows in ditches and in drains1 ,thou comest with a love that understands ,their labor ill-requitted1 and their pains4 ,who knows so well as ,thou what they endure1 ,o ,father of the poor8 ,and so1 deep-hid in many a city street1 ,or far where lonely workers break the soil1 ,are shrines where ,thou1 the ,merciful1 dost meet1 ,in love's embrace1 the weary ones that toil4 ,for them ,thy hospitable board is spread1 ,with ,thee1 ,thy very ,self1 their ,daily ,bread6 ,,to ,,ask ,,our ,,lady',s ,,patronage ,,for ,a ,,book ,,on ,,columbus3 ,a ,,fragment ,,by ,,thomas ,d',,arcy ,,mcgee ,star of the ,sea1 to whom1 age after age1 ,the maiden kneels whose lover sails the sea2 ,star1 that the drowning death-pang can assuage1 ,and shape the soul's course to eternity2 ,mother of ,god1 to ,egypt's realm exiled1 ,mother of ,god1 in ,bethlehem's crib confined1 ,thee do ,i ask to aid my anxious mind1 ,and make this book find favour with thy ,child4 ,of one who lived and laboured in thy ray1 ,i would rehearse the striving and success2 ,through the dense past ,i ne'er shall find my way1 ,unless thou helpest1 hold ,comfortress2 ,a world of doubt and darkness to evade2 ,an ocean all unknown to ,christian kind2 ,another world by nature's self arrayed1 ,o'er the wide waste of waves1 ,i seek to find4 ,a ,,general ,,communion ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,i saw the throng1 so deeply separate1 ,fed at one only board-- ,the devout people1 moved1 intent1 elate1 ,and the devoted ,lord4 ,oh struck apart6 not side from human side1 ,but soul from human soul1 ,as each asunder absorbed the multiplied1 ,the ever unparted whole4 ,i saw this people as a field of flowers1 ,each grown at such a price ,the sum of unimaginable powers ,did no more than suffice4 ,a thousand single central daisies they1 ,a thousand of the one2 ,for each the entire monopoly of day2 ,for each1 the whole of the devoted sun4 ,,the ,,shepherdess ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,she walks--the lady of my delight-- ,a shepherdess of sheep4 ,her flocks are thoughts4 ,she keeps them white2 ,she guards them from the steep2 ,she feeds them on the fragrant height1 ,and folds them in for sleep4 ,she roams maternal hills and bright1 ,dark valleys safe and deep4 ,into that tender breast at night ,the chastest stars may peep4 ,she walks--the lady of my delight-- ,a shepherdess of sheep4 ,she holds her little thoughts in sight1 ,though gay they run and leap4 ,she is so circumspect and right2 ,she has her soul to keep4 ,she walks--the lady of my delight-- ,a shepherdess of sheep4 ,,christ ,,in ,,the ,,universe ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,with this ambiguous earth ,his dealings have been told us4 ,these abide3 ,the signal to a maid1 the human birth1 ,the lesson1 and the young ,man crucified4 ,but not a star of all ,the innumberable host of stars has heard ,how ,he administered this terrestrial ball4 ,our race have kept their ,lord's entrusted ,word4 ,of ,his earth-visiting feet ,none knows the secret1 cherished1 perilous1 ,the terrible1 shamefast1 frightened1 whispered1 sweet1 ,heart-shattering secret of ,his way with us4 ,no planet knows that this ,our wayside planet1 carrying land and wave1 ,love and life multiplied1 and pain and bliss1 ,bears1 as chief treasure1 one forsaken grave1 ,nor1 in our little day1 ,may his devices with the heavens be guessed1 ,his pilgrimage to tread the ,milky ,way ,or ,his bestowals there be manifest4 ,but in the eternities1 ,doubtless we shall compare together1 hear ,a million alien ,gospels1 in what guise ,he trod the ,pleiades1 the ,lyre1 the ,bear4 ,o1 be prepared1 my soul6 ,to read the inconceivable1 to scan ,the million forms of ,god those stars enroll ,when1 in our turn1 we show to them a ,man4 8,i ,,am ,,the ,,way0 ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,thou art the ,way4 ,hadst ,thou been nothing but the goal1 ,i cannot say ,if ,thou hadst ever met my soul4 ,i cannot see-- ,i1 child of process--if there lies ,an end for me1 ,full of repose1 full of replies4 ,i'll not reproach ,the road that winds1 my feet that err4 ,access1 approach ,art ,thou1 ,time1 ,way1 and ,wayfarer4 ,,via1 ,,et ,,veritas1 ,,et ,,vita ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell 8,you never attained to ,him40 8,if to attain ,be to abide1 then that may be40 8,endless the way1 followed with how much pain60 8,the way was ,he40 ,,unto ,,us ,a ,,son ,,is ,,given ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,given1 not lent1 ,and not withdrawn--once sent1 ,this ,infant of mankind1 this ,one1 ,is still the little welcome ,son4 ,new every year1 ,new born and newly dear1 ,he comes with tidings and a song1 ,the ages long1 the ages long2 ,even as the cold ,keen winter grows not old1 ,as childhood is so fresh1 foreseen1 ,and spring in the familiar green4 ,sudden as sweet ,come the expected feet4 ,all joy is young1 and new all art1 ,and ,he1 too1 ,whom we have by heart4 ,,to ,a ,,daisy ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,slight as thou art1 thou art enough to hide ,like all created things1 secrets from me1 ,and stand a barrier to eternity4 ,and ,i1 how can ,i praise thee well and wide ,from where ,i dwell--upon the hither side8 ,thou little veil for so great mystery1 ,when shall ,i penetrate all things and thee1 ,and then look back8 ,for this ,i must abide4 ,till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled ,literally between me and the world4 ,then ,i shall drink from in beneath a spring4 ,and from a poet's side shall read his book4 ,o daisy mine1 what will it be to look ,from ,god's side even of such a simple thing8 ,,the ,,newer ,,vainglory ,,by ,,alice ,,meynell ,two men went up to pray2 and one gave thanks1 ,not with himself aloud1 ,with proclamation1 calling on the ranks ,of an attentive crowd4 8,thank ,god1 ,i clap not my own humble breast1 ,but other ruffians' backs1 ,imputing crime--such is my tolerant haste-- ,to any man that lacks4 8,for ,i am tolerant1 generous1 keep no rules1 ,and the age honors me4 ,thank ,god1 ,i am not as these rigid fools1 ,even as this ,pharisee40 ,,the ,,folded ,,flock ,,by ,,wilfrid ,,meynell ,i saw the shepherd fold the sheep1 ,with all the little lambs that leap4 ,o ,shepherd ,lord1 so ,i would be ,folded with all my family4 ,or go they early1 come they late1 ,their mother and ,i must count them eight4 ,and how1 for us1 were any heaven ,if we1 sore-stricken1 saw but seven8 ,kind ,shepherd1 as of old ,thou'lt run ,and fold at need a straggling one4 ,,convent ,,echoes ,,by ,,helen ,,louise ,,moriarty ,clear on the air1 their pulsing cadence pealing1 ,i hear a sweet refrain1 ,while o'er my thoughts a gentle mist is stealing1 ,and mem'ries come again1 ,of quiet halls where dusk is slow descending1 ,where peace has spread her wings4 ,soft music in the distance only lending ,more charms where twilight clings4 ,anon appear the black robed nuns1 their faces ,serene in sweet repose2 ,across their brows the world has left no traces ,of earthly dreams or woes4 ,now loud on air the organ music swelling1 ,they reach the chapel door-- ,the sweet faint incense stealing upward1 telling ',tis ,benediction's hour4 ,now low-bowed heads1 and hearts to ,him ascending ,on incense laden air4 ,ah surely ,heaven must smile with ear attending ,the nun's low whispered prayer4 ,fond memory lingers on those dim old hallways-- ,lingers and drops a tear1 ,and kind affection drapes the picture always ,through each succeeding year4 ,,england ,,by ,,john ,,henry ,,newman ,tyre of the ,west1 and glorying in the name ,more than in ,faith's pure fame6 ,o trust not crafty fort nor rock renown'd ,earn'd upon hostile ground2 ,wielding ,trade's master-keys1 at thy proud will ,to lock or loose its waters1 ,england6 trust not still4 ,dread thine own power6 ,since haughty ,babel's prime1 ,high towers have been man's crime4 ,since her hoar age1 when the huge moat lay bare1 ,strongholds have been man's snare4 ,thy nest is in the crags2 ah1 refuge frail6 ,mad counsels in its hour1 or traitors1 will prevail4 ,he who scann'd ,sodom for ,his righteous men ,still spares thee for thy ten2 ,but1 should vain tongues the ,bride of ,heaven defy1 ,he will not pass thee by2 ,for1 as earth's kings welcome their spotless guests1 ,so gives ,he them by turn1 to suffer or be blest4 ,,the ,,pillar ,,of ,,the ,,cloud ,,by ,,john ,,henry ,,newman ,lead1 ,kindly ,light1 amid the encircling gloom1 ,lead ,thou me on6 ,the night is dark1 and ,i am far from home-- ,lead ,thou me on6 ,keep ,thou my feet2 ,i do not ask to see ,the distant scene1--one step enough for me4 ,i was not ever thus1 nor pray'd that ,thou ,shouldst lead me on4 ,i lov'd to choose and see my path2 but now ,lead ,thou me on6 ,i lov'd the garish day1 and1 spite of fears1 ,pride rul'd my will3 remember not past years4 ,so long ,thy power hath bless'd me1 sure it still ,will lead me on1 ,o'er moor and fen1 o'er crag and torrent1 till ,the night is gone2 ,and with the morn those angel faces smile ,which ,i have lov'd long since1 and lost awhile4 ,,the ,,greek ,,fathers ,,by ,,john ,,henry ,,newman ,let heathen sing thy heathen praise1 ,fall'n ,greece6 the thought of holier days ,in my sad heart abides2 ,for sons of thine in ,truth's first hour ,were tongues and weapons of ,his power1 ,born of the ,spirit's fiery shower1 ,our fathers and our guides4 ,all thine is ,clement's varied page2 ,and ,dionysius1 ruler sage1 ,in days of doubt and pain2 ,and ,origen with eagle eye2 ,and saintly ,basil's purpose high ,to smite imperial heresy1 ,and cleanse the ,altar's stain4 ,from thee the glorious preacher came1 ,with soul of zeal and lips of flame1 ,a court's stern martyr-guest2 ,and thine1 ,o inexhaustive race6 ,was ,nazianzen's heaven-taught grace2 ,and royal-hearted ,athanase1 ,with ,paul's own mantel blessed4 ,,relics ,,of ,,saints ,,by ,,john ,,henry ,,newman 8,he is not the ,god of the dead1 but of the living2 for all live unto ,him40 8,the ,fathers are in dust1 yet live to ,god30 ,so says the ,truth2 as if the motionless clay ,still held the seeds of life beneath the sod1 ,smouldering and straggling till the judgment day4 ,and hence we learn with reverence to esteem ,of these frail houses1 though the grave confines2 ,sophist may urge his cunning tests1 and deem ,that they are earth2--but they are heavenly shrines4 ,,the ,,sign ,,of ,,the ,,cross ,,by ,,john ,,henry ,,newman ,whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine ,i draw the ,holy ,sign1 ,all good thoughts stir within me1 and renew ,their slumbering strength divine2 ,till there springs up a courage high and true ,to suffer and to do4 ,and who shall say1 but hateful spirits around1 ,for their brief hour unbound1 ,shudder to see1 and wail their overthrow8 ,while on far heathen ground ,some lonely ,saint hails the fresh odour1 though ,its source he cannot know8 ,,the ,,son ,,of ,,god ,,by ,,charles ,l4 ,o',,donnell1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,the fount of ,mary's joy ,revealed now lies1 ,for1 lo1 has not the ,boy ,his ,father's eyes8 ,,to ,,st4 ,,joseph ,,by ,,charles ,l4 ,o',,donnell1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,st4 ,joseph1 when the day was done ,and all your work put by1 ,you saw the stars come one by one ,out in the violet sky4 ,you did not know the stars by name1 ,but there sat at your knee ,one who had made the light and flame ,and all things bright that be4 ,you heard with ,him birds in the tree ,twitter 8,good-night0 o'erhead1-- ,the ,maker of the world must see ,his little ones to bed4 ,then when the darkness settled round1 ,to ,him your prayers were said2 ,no wonder that your sleep was ground ,the angels loved to tread4 ,,the ,,dead ,,musician ,in memory of ,brother ,basil1 ,organist for half a century at ,notre ,dame ,,by ,,charles ,l4 ,o',,donnell1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,he was the player and the played upon1 ,he was the actor and the acted on1 ,artist1 and yet himself a substance wrought2 ,god played on him as he upon the keys1 ,moving his soul to mightiest melodies ,of lowly serving1 hid austerities1 ,and holy thought that our high dream out-tops1-- ,he was an organ where ,god kept the stops4 ,naught1 naught ,of all he gave us came so wondrous clear ,as that he sounded to the ,master's ear4 ,wedded he was to the immortal ,three1 ,poverty1 ,obedience and ,chastity1 ,and in a fourth he found them all expressed1 ,for him all gathered were in ,music's breast1 ,and in ,god's house ,he took her for his spouse1-- ,high union that the world's eye never scans ,nor world's way knows4 ,not any penny of applauding hands ,he caught1 nor would have caught1 ,not any thought ,save to obey ,obedience that bade him play1 ,and for his bride ,to have none else beside1 ,that both might keep unflecked their virgin snows4 ,yet by our ,god's great law ,such marriage issue saw1 ,as they who cast away may keep1 ,who sow not reap4 ,in ,chastity entombed ,his manhood bloomed1 ,and children not of earth ,had spotless birth4 ,with might unmortal was he strong ,that he begot ,of what was not1 ,within the barren womb of silence1 song4 ,yea1 many sons he had ,to make his sole heart glad-- ,romping the boundless meadows of the air1 ,skipping the cloudy hills1 and climbing bold ,the heavens' nightly stairs of starry gold4 ,nay1 winning heaven's door ,to mingle evermore ,with deathless troops of angel harmony4 ,he filled the house of ,god ,with servants at his nod1 ,a music-host of moving pagentry4 ,lo1 this priest1 and that an acolyte3 ,ah1 such we name aright ,creative art1 ,to body forth love slumbering at the heart 444 ,fools1 they who pity him1 ,imagine dim ,days that the world's glare brightens not4 ,until the seraphim ,shake from their flashing hair ,lightnings1 and weave serpents there1 ,his days we reckon fair4444 ,yet more he had than this2 ,lord of the liberative kiss1 ,to own and yet refrain1 ,to hold his hand in reign4 ,high continence of his high power1 ,that turns from virtue's very flower1 ,in loss of that elected pain ,a greater prize to gain4 ,as one who long had put wine by ,would now himself deny ,water1 and thirsting die4 ,so1 sometimes he was idle at the keys1 ,pale fingers on the aged ivories2 ,then1 like a prisoned bird1 ,music was seen1 not heard1 ,then were his quivering hands most strong ,with blood of the repressed song1-- ,a fruitful barrenness4 ,oh1 where ,out of angelic air1 ,this side the heavens' spheres ,such sight to start and hinder tears4 ,who knows1 perhaps while silence throbbed ,he heard the ,de ,profundis sobbed ,by his own organ at his bier to-day1-- ,it is the saints' anticipative way1 ,he knew both hand and ear were clay4 ,that was one thought ,never is music wrought1 ,for silence only could that truth convey4 ,widowed of him1 his organ now is still1 ,his music-children fled1 their echoing feet yet fill ,the blue1 far reaches of the vaulted nave1 ,the heart that sired them1 pulseless in the grave4 ,only the song he made is hushed1 his soul1 ,responsive to ,god's touch1 in ,his control ,elsewhere shall tune the termless ecstasy ,of one who all his life kept here ,an alien ear1 ,homesick for harpings of eternity4 ,,giotto',s ,,campanile ,,by ,,thomas ,o',,hagan ,o pulsing heart with voice attuned ,to all the soul builds high1 ,framing in notes of love divine ,a drama of the sky1 ,across the ,arno's flowing tide ,the notes chime on the air1 ,deep as the mysteries of ,god ,and tender as a prayer4 ,here1 where the ,poet of ,sorrows dwelt1 ,whose altar ,love had built1 ,and framed his morn in dreams so pure ,that knew not stain nor guilt3 ,o ,vita ,nuova6 ,earthly ,love ,then changed to love ,divine2 ,transfigured at the wedding-feast1 ,earth's grapes are heavenly wine4 ,where cowled monk with soul of fire ,struck vice athwart the face1 ,with ,god's anointed sword of truth ,that flashed with beams of grace4 ,o bitter days of war and strife6 ,heaven's ardor was too great2 ,the ,empire of the earth held sway ,and sealed with saddest fate4 ,methinks ,i hear from thy strong lips1 ,o century-dowered bell6 ,the story of the ,whites and ,blacks1 ,as banners rose or fell2 ,methinks ,i hear an epic voice1 ,full of ,god's love and power1 ,with accent of an ,exile sad ,speaking from out thy tower6 ,,name ,,of ,,mary ,,by ,,john ,,boyle ,o',,reilly ,dear1 honored name1 beloved for human ties1 ,but loved and honored first that ,one was given ,in living proof1 to erring mortal eyes1 ,that our poor flesh is near akin to heaven4 ,sweet word of dual meaning3 one of grace1 ,and born of our kind ,advocate above2 ,and one1 by mercy linked to that dear face ,that blessed my childhood with its mother-love1 ,and taught me first the simple prayer3 8,to thee1 ,poor banished sons of ,eve1 we send our cries40 ,through mist of years1 those words recall to me ,a childish face upturned to loving eyes4 ,and yet1 to some the name of ,mary bears ,no special meaning and no gracious power2 ,in that dear word they seek for hidden snares1 ,as wasps find poison in the sweetest flower4 ,but faithful hearts can see1 o'er doubts and fears1 ,the ,virgin-link that binds the ,lord to earth2 ,which1 to the upturned trusting face1 appears ,greater than angel1 though of human birth4 ,the sweet-faced moon reflects1 on cheerless night1 ,the rays of hidden sun that rise to-morrow2 ,so1 unseen ,god still lets his promised light1 ,through holy ,mary1 shine upon our sorrow4 ,a ,,christmas ,,carol ,,by ,,mary ,a4 ,o',,reilly ,night in the far ,judean land1 ,the pregnant air is still1 ,the sky one blue unclouded band1 ,seems drooping o'er each hill4 ,the hills then toward each other bend1 ,some mighty secret to portend4 ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,the sheep in near-by pastures browse1 ,some bleat as if in pain2 ,the youthful shepherds watch and drowse1 ,then drowse and watch again2 ,when lo6 a light from ,heaven appears ,which makes them huddle in their fears4 ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,god's glory shone around them there1 ,and then an angel cried-- 8,fear not1 for ,i good tidings bear ,to you1 and all beside4 ,for unto you is born this day ,a ,savior1 ,christ the ,lord40 ,we pray-- ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,then swinging from the skies there came ,groups of the heavenly host1 ,praising the ,lord in sweet acclaim-- ,the burden of their toast-- 8,glory to ,god on ,high10 again-- ,his 8,peace on earth1 good will to men40 ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,within a stable sweet with hay1 ,and warm with breath of kine1 ,the ,baby and ,his ,mother lay1 ,o1 mystery divine6 ,the bed of straw a cloud appears1 ,we hear the music of the spheres4 ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,dear maiden mother1 let us now1 ,while to your breast ,he clings1 ,in humble adoration bow ,with shepherds and with kings1 ,and at ,his feet our off'ring be ,praise1 love1 faith1 hope and charity4 ,gloria in excelsis ,deo4 ,,roma ,,mater ,,sempaeterna ,,by ,,shaemas ,o4 ,,sheel ,the blue skies bend and are about her furled1 ,a maiden mantle2 and with lilies bright ,the sun daywhiles doth crown her1 and at night ,with stars her garment's border is empearled4 ,not a king's favorite1 perfumed and curled1 ,is half so fair2 no queen of martial might ,so potent as the ,mother of the ,light1 ,the ,mary of the ,cities of the ,world6 ,eternal ,mother1 at whose breasts of white ,the infant ,church was suckled and made strong ,with the sweet milk of heavenly ,truth and ,love1 ,o thou that art all nations set above1 ,strengthen us still because the way is long1 ,mary of ,cities1 ,mother of the ,light6 ,,mary',s ,,baby ,,by ,,shaemas ,o4 ,,sheel ,joseph1 mild and noble1 bent above the straw3 ,a pale girl1 a frail girl1 suffering1 he saw2 8,o my ,love1 my ,mary1 my bride1 ,i pity thee60 8,nay1 ,dear10 said ,mary1 8,all is well with me60 8,baby1 my ,baby1 ,o my ,babe10 she sang4 ,suddenly the golden night all with music rang4 ,angels leading shepherds1 shepherds leading sheep3 ,the silence of worship broke the mother's sleep4 ,all the meek and lowly of the world were there2 ,smiling she showed them that her ,child was fair4 8,baby1 my ,baby10 kissing ,him she said4 ,suddenly a flaming star through the heavens sped4 ,three old men and weary knelt them side by side1 ,the world's wealth forswearing1 majesty and pride2 ,worldly might and wisdom before the ,babe bent low3 ,weeping1 maid ,mary said 8,i love ,him so60 8,baby1 my ,baby10 and the ,baby slept4 ,suddenly on ,calvary all the olives wept4 ,,they ,,went ,,forth ,,to ,,battle ,,by ,,shaemas ,o4 ,,sheel ,they went forth to battle1 but they always fell2 ,their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields2 ,nobly they fought and bravely1 but not well1 ,and sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell4 ,they knew not fear that to the foeman yields1 ,they were not weak1 as one who vainly wields ,a futile weapon1 yet the sad scrolls tell ,how on the hard-fought field they always fell4 ,it was a secret music that they heard1 ,a sad sweet plea for pity and for peace2 ,and that which pierced the heart was but a word1 ,though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword ,pressed a fierce cruel kiss1 to put surcease ,on its hot thirst1 but drank a hot increase4 ,ah1 then by some strange troubling doubt were stirred1 ,and died for hearing what no foeman heard4 ,they went forth to battle but they always fell2 ,their might was not the might of lifted spears2 ,over the battle-clamor came a spell ,of troubling music1 and they fought not well4 ,their wreaths are willows and their tribute1 tears2 ,their names are old sad stories in men's ears2 ,yet they will scatter the red hordes of ,hell1 ,who went to battle forth and always fell4 ,,he ,,whom ,a ,,dream ,,hath ,,possessed ,,by ,,shaemas ,o4 ,,sheel ,he whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting1 ,for mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns2 ,not the sinuous speech of schools he hears1 but a knightly shouting1 ,and never comes darkness down1 yet he greeteth a million morns4 ,he whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of roaming2 ,all roads and the flowing of waves and the speediest flight he knows1 ,but wherever his feet are set1 his soul is forever homing1 ,and going he comes1 and coming he heareth a call and goes4 ,he whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of sorrow1 ,at death and the dropping of leaves and the fading of suns he smiles1 ,for a dream remembers no past and scorns the desire of a morrow1 ,and a dream in a sea of doom sets surely the ultimate isles4 ,he whom a dream hath possessed treads the impalpable marches1 ,from the dust of the day's long road he leaps to a laughing star1 ,and the ruin of worlds that fall he views from eternal arches1 ,and rides ,god's battle-field in a flashing and golden car4 ,,maria ,,immaculata ,,by ,,cond ,,benoist ,,pallen ,i ,how may ,i sing1 unworthy ,i1 ,our ,lady's glorious sanctity8 ,she whose celestial shoon ,rest on the horned moon ,in ,heaven's highest galaxy2 ,she whom the poet sang of old ,in that rare vision told ,in soft ,tuscan speech of gold1 ,the spotless spouse and mother-maid ,the goodliest sapphire in ,heaven's floor inlaid1 ,around whom wheels the circling flame ,of the rapt seraph breathing ,mary's name1 ,while choir to choir replies ,in growing harmonies ,through all the glowing spheres of ,paradise1 ,till universal ,heaven's glad estate ,rings jubilation to their queen immaculate4 ,,ii ,ah me6 ,unworthy ,i to sing ,the stainless mother of my ,king1 ,my ,king and ,lord1 ,the ,incarnate ,word1 ,heaven itself comprest ,within her virgin breast6 ,how may my faltering rhyme ,sing of ,eternity in time1 ,omnipotence in human frailty exprest1 ,our earthly garden fragrant with celestial thyme4 ,what ,muse1 though great ,urania guide her flight1 ,may dare the sacrosanct and awful height ,of that mysterious sublime ,within the secret counsels of the ,infinite6 ,omniscence there supreme and sole ,clasps the beginning and the whole ,of ,love beyond created sight1 ,uncreate and quintessential light6 ,before the splendor of that ray ,cherub and seraph fall away ,dazzled and broken by excess ,of everpowering blessedness1 ,yet panting for the fulness of the bliss ,that breathes consuming fire from ,love's unkenned abyss4 ,not through that fiery sphere my way1 ,but here where shines the veild day1 ,the flames of mystery insteeped ,in this our mortal clay2 ,for in her maiden breast asleep ,lies all the ,love of ,heaven's deep1 ,the holy circle of her zone ,incarnate ,love's terrestrial throne4 ,,iii ,the great archangel veils his face ,before her3 8,hail1 full of grace60 ,and ,heaven is clasped of earth2 ,while all the wheeling spheres with all their choirs ,around her wheel seraphic fires4 ,eden rises to its second birth2 ,again the prime estate ,of man is renovate1 ,and all the elder worth renewed in her immaculate2 ,virgin and spouse of ,him ,who breathes the virtue of the ,seraphim1 ,virgin and mother of the ,eternal ,son1 ,daughter1 ,virgin1 ,spouse in one6 ,the spotless mate of spotless ,dove1 ,the one great miracle of ,god's love1 ,from all eternity the chosen bride1 ,save only her none1 none ,exempt from sin's dominion2 ,save only her of ,adam's race ,or heavenly line1 none full of grace2 ,on her alone1 on her alone ,the torrent of ,his love poured down ,the deep abundance of its flood ,into the pure channels of her maidenhood1 ,the fleckless mirror of her grace ,reflecting all the beauty of ,his ,face4 ,,iv ,she looks with human eyes ,into the eyes of ,paradise2 ,upon her virgin breast the ,babe ,divine ,gazes again into her eyne2 ,o vanity of words to tell ,the wonder of that spell1 ,the ravishment of bliss ,upwelling from the deep abyss ,of ,love incarnate gazing in the eyes ,of his terrestrial paradise6 ,see ,heaven within her arms1 ,gathered against all harms1 ,innocence by innocence addrest1 ,virgin love by virgin love carest1 ,the sinless mother and the sinless ,son ,for ,heaven and earth to gaze upon6 ,her living image on her knee1 ,o the depths of her maternity6 ,her ,god1 her ,infant at her breast1 ,o ,love beyond all utterance exprest1 ,the ,eternal ,word in virgin flesh made manifest6 ,v ,ye sons of ,adam rejoice ,with exultant voice6 ,shake off your chains6 ,arise6 ,the ancient dragon has no power ,o'er ,jesse's virgin flower1 ,and stricken 'neath a maiden's sandal lies4 ,nor may his venomed breath so much ,as her garment's outer margin touch2 ,and sin's torrential flood1 ,that whelmed all ,adam's flesh and blood1 ,its loathsome stream turns back ,before her footsteps' radiant track4 ,,vi ,rejoice1 children of men6 ,behold again ,your flesh rejuvenate ,in her immaculate6 ,rejoice with exceeding joy1 ,for in her free from sin's alloy ,your renovated race ,in plentitude of grace ,dare look again unshamed upon its ,maker's ,face6 ,chosen to bear the ,eternal ,word1 ,in her your more than dignity restored2 ,in her the more than golden worth ,of ,eden's prime when ,heaven was linked with earth2 ,unstained by ,adam's guilty forfeiture1 ,in her your long corrupted flesh made pure2 ,for of her1 flesh of flesh and bone of bone1 ,eternal ,love builds up ,his stainless throne6 ,,vii ,rejoice and be glad this day6 ,in jubilation lay ,your tribute at her feet1 ,spotless and most meet1 ,the mystic rose of ,jesse's root1 ,to bear the heavenly fruit2 ,wisdom's seat and ,heaven's gate1 ,our surest advocate1 ,mother of ,god immaculate6 ,be glad1 ,o ,adam's clay1 ,be glad this happy day4 ,and with accordant voice acclaim ,our spotless ,lady's stainless fame2 ,be ye exceeding glad and sing ,the mother of our ,king4 ,and though unworthy be my strain1 ,she is too tender not to deign ,to lend a gracious ear ,to this her children's humble prayer3 ,mother of ,mercy1 hear6 ,mother whose face is likest ,his1 ,who our ,redeemer is1 ,grant us one day to share ,thy happiness in gazing on ,his ,face1 ,who found thee without spot and full of grace6 ,,the ,,raising ,,of ,,the ,,flag ,,by ,,cond ,,benoist ,,pallen ,lift up the banner of our love ,to the kiss of the winds above1 ,the banner of the world's fair hope1 ,set with stars from the azure cope1 ,when liberty was young1 ,and yet unsung ,clarioned her voice among ,the trodden peoples1 and stirred ,the pulses with her word1 ,till the swift flood red ,from the quick heart sped1 ,flushing valour's cheek with flame ,at sounding of her august sacred name6 ,lift up the banner of the stars1 ,the standard of the double bars1 ,red with the holy tide ,of heroes' blood1 who died ,at the feet of liberty1 ,shouting her battle-cry ,triumphantly ,as they fell like sickled corn ,in that first resplendent morn ,of freedom1 glad to die ,in the dawn of her clear eye6 ,lift up the flag of starry blue ,caught from the crystal hue ,of central heaven's glowing dome1 ,where the great winds largely roam ,in unrestraind liberty2 ,caught from the cerulean sea ,of midmost ocean tossing free1 ,flecked with the racing foam ,of rushing waters1 as they leap ,unbridled from the laughing deep ,in the gulfs of liberty6 ,lift up the banner red ,with the blood of heroes shed ,in victory6 ,lift up the banner blue ,as heaven1 and as true ,in constancy6 ,lift up the banner white ,as sea foam in the light ,of liberty2 ,the banner of the triple hue1 ,the banner of the red and white and blue1 ,bright ensign of the free6 ,lift up the banner of the days to come1 ,when cease the trumpet and the rolling drum2 ,when peace in the nest of love ,unfolds the wings of the dove1 ,brooding o'er the days to-be1 ,peace born of freedom's might1 ,peace sprung from the power of right1 ,the peace of liberty6 ,lift up the flag of high surprise ,to greet the gladdened eyes ,of peoples far and near1 ,the glorious harbinger ,of earth's wide liberties1 ,streaming pure and clear ,in freedom's lofty atmosphere6 ,lift up our hearts to ,him who made to shine ,in ,heaven's arch the glorious sign ,of mercy's heavenly birth ,to all the peoples of the earth1 ,the pledge of peace divine6 ,and let our glorious banner1 too1 ,the banner of the rainbow's hue1 ,in heaven's wide expanse unfurled1 ,be for a promise to the world ,of peace to all mankind2 ,banner of peace and light1 ,banner of red and blue and white1 ,red as the crimson blood ,of ,christ's wide brotherhood1 ,blue with the unchanging hope ,of heaven's steadfast sun1 ,white as the radiant sun ,the whole earth shining on6 ,,the ,,babe ,,of ,,bethlehem ,,by ,,cond ,,benoist ,,pallen ,o cruel manger1 how bleak1 how bleak6 ,for the limbs of the ,babe1 my ,god2 ,soft little limbs on the cold1 cold straw2 ,weep1 ,o eyes1 for thy ,god6 ,bitter ye winds in the frosty night ,upon the ,babe1 my ,god1 ,piercing the torn and broken thatch2 ,lament1 ,o heart1 for thy ,god6 ,bare is the floor1 how bare1 how bare ,for the ,babe's sweet mother1 my ,god2 ,only a stable for mother and ,babe2 ,how cruel thy world1 my ,god6 ,cast out1 cast out1 by his brother men ,unknown the ,babe1 my ,god2 ,the ox and the ass alone are there2 ,soften1 ,o heart1 for thy ,god6 ,dear little arms and sweet little hands1 ,that stretch for thy mother1 my ,god2 ,soft baby eyes to the mother's eyes2 ,melt1 ,o heart1 for thy ,god6 ,waxen touches on mother's heart1 ,fingers of the ,babe1 my ,god2 ,dear baby lips to her virgin breast1 ,the virgin mother of ,god4 ,the shepherds have come from the hills to adore ,the ,babe in the manger1 my ,god2 ,mary and ,joseph welcome them there2 ,worship1 ,o soul1 thy ,god6 ,but ,i alone may not come near ,the ,babe in the manger1 my ,god2 ,weep for thy sins1 ,o heart1 and plead ,with ,mary the mother of ,god4 ,may ,i not come1 oh1 just to the door1 ,to see the ,babe1 my ,god2 ,there will ,i stop and kneel and adore1 ,and weep for my sins1 ,o ,god6 ,but ,mary smiles1 and rising up1 ,in her arms the ,babe1 my ,god1 ,she comes to the door and bends her down1 ,with the ,babe in her arms1 my ,god6 ,her sinless arms in my sinful arms ,place the ,babe1 my ,god2 8,he has come to take thy sins away20 ,break1 ,o heart1 for thy ,god6 ,,the ,,toys ,,by ,,coventry ,,patmore ,my little son1 who look'd from thoughtful eyes ,and mov'd and spoke in quiet grown-up wise1 ,having my law the seventh time disobey'd1 ,i struck him1 and dismiss'd ,with hard words and unkiss'd1 ,his ,mother1 who was patient1 being dead4 ,then fearing lest his grief should hinder him sleep ,i visited his bed1 ,but found him slumbering deep1 ,with darken'd eyelids1 and their lashes yet ,from his late sobbing wet4 ,and ,i1 with moan1 ,kissing away his tears1 left others of my own2 ,for1 on a table drawn beside his head1 ,fie had put1 within his reach1 ,a box of counters and a red-vein'd stone1 ,a piece of glass abraded by the beach1 ,and six or seven shells1 ,a bottle with bluebells ,and two ,french copper coins1 ranged there with careful art1 ,to comfort his sad heart4 ,so when that night ,i pray'd ,to ,god1 ,i wept1 and said3 ,ah1 when at last we lie with trancd breath1 ,not vexing ,thee in death1 ,and ,thou rememberest of what toys ,we made our joys1 ,how weakly understood ,thy great commanded good1 ,then1 fatherly not less ,than ,i whom ,thou hast moulded from the clay1 ,thou'lt leave ,thy wrath1 and say1 8,i will be sorry for their childishness40 8,,if ,i ,,were ,,dead0 ,,by ,,coventry ,,patmore 8,if ,i were dead1 you'd some time say1 ,poor ,child60 ,the dear lips quiver'd as they spake1 ,and the tears break ,from eyes1 which1 not to grieve me1 brightly smiled4 ,poor ,child1 poor ,child6 ,i seem to hear your laugh1 your talk1 your song4 ,it is not true that ,love will do no wrong4 ,poor ,child6 ,and did you think1 when you so cried and smiled1 ,how ,i1 in lonely nights1 should lie awake1 ,and of those words your full avengers make8 ,poor ,child1 poor ,child6 ,and now1 unless it be ,that sweet amends thrice told are come to thee1 ,o ,god1 have ,thou no mercy upon me6 ,poor ,child6 ,,departure ,,by ,,coventry ,,patmore ,it was not like your great and gracious ways6 ,do you1 that have nought other to lament1 ,never1 my ,love1 repent ,of how1 that ,july afternoon1 ,you went1 ,with sudden1 unintelligible phrase1 ,and frightened eye1 ,upon your journey of so many days ,without a single kiss1 or a good-bye8 ,i knew1 indeed1 that you were parting soon2 ,and so we sate1 within the low sun's rays1 ,you whispering to me1 for your voice was weak1 ,your harrowing praise4 ,well1 it was well ,to hear you such things speak1 ,and ,i could tell ,what made your eyes a growing gloom of love1 ,as a warm ,south-wind sombres a ,march grove4 ,and it was like your great and gracious ways ,to turn your talk on daily things1 my ,dear1 ,lifting the luminous1 pathetic lash ,to let the laughter flash1 ,whilst ,i drew near1 ,because you spoke so low that ,i could scarcely hear4 ,but all at once to leave me at the last1 ,more at the wonder than the loss aghast1 ,with huddled1 unintelligible phrase1 ,and frighten'd eye1 ,and go your journey of all days ,with not one kiss1 or a good-bye1 ,and the only loveless look the look with which you passed2 ',twas all unlike your great and gracious ways4 ,,regina ,c,,li ,,by ,,coventry ,,patmore ,say1 did his sisters wonder what could ,joseph see ,in a mild1 silent little ,maid like thee8 ,and was it awful1 in that narrow house1 ,with ,god for ,babe and ,spouse8 ,nay1 like thy simple1 female sort1 each one ,apt to find ,him in ,husband and in ,son1 ,nothing to thee came strange in this4 ,thy wonder was but wondrous bliss3 ,wondrous1 for1 though ,true ,virgin lives not but does know1 7,howbeit none ever yet confess'd17 ,that ,god lies really in her breast1 ,of thine ,he made ,his special nest6 ,and so ,all mothers worship little feet1 ,and kiss the very ground they've trod2 ,but1 ah1 thy little ,baby sweet ,who was indeed thy ,god6 ,,ideal ,,by ,p4 ,h4 ,,pearse 7,translated from the ,irish by ,thomas ,mac,donagh7 ,naked ,i saw thee1 ,o beauty of beauty6 ,and ,i blinded my eyes ,for fear ,i should flinch4 ,i heard thy music1 ,o sweetness of sweetness6 ,and ,i shut my ears ,for fear ,i should fail4 ,i kissed thy lips1 ,o sweetness of sweetness6 ,and ,i hardened my heart ,for fear of my ruin4 ,i blinded my eyes1 ,and my ears ,i shut1 ,i hardened my heart ,and my love ,i quenched4 ,i turned my back ,on the dream ,i had shaped1 ,and to this road before me ,my face ,i turned4 ,i set my face ,to the road here before me1 ,to the work that ,i see1 ,to the death that ,i shall meet4 ,,music ,,by ,,charles ,,phillips ,there is a hunger in my heart to-night1 ,a longing in my soul1 to hear ,the voice of heaven o'er the noise of earth ,that doth assail mine ear4 ,for we are exiled children of the skies1 ,lone and lost wanderers from home 444 ,the stars come out like lamps in windows lit ,far1 far from where we roam2 ,like candles lit to show the long late way1 ,dear kindly beacons sure and bright2 ,but ,o1 the heavy journeying1 and ,o ,the silence of the night6-- ,the dark and vasty silences that lie ,between the going and the goal6 ,will not ,god reach a friendly hand to lift ,and land my weary soul8 ,will not ,god speak a friendly word to me ,above the tumult and the din ,of earthly things--one little word to hush ,the voice of care and sin8444 ,he speaks6 ,he answers my poor faltering prayer6 ,he opens heaven's lattice wide2 ,he bids me bathe my brow in heavenly airs ,like to a flowing tide6 ,he calls2 ,he gives unto my famished soul1 ,unto my eager heart1 its meed3 ,he breathes upon me with the breath of song1 ,and ,o1 my soul is freed1 ,and ,i am lifted up and up1 and held ,a little while--a child1 to see ,the beauties of my ,father's house1 which shall ,no more be shut from me6 ,i ,,see ,,his ,,blood ,,upon ,,the ,,rose ,,by ,,joseph ,,mary ,,plunkett ,i see ,his blood upon the rose ,and in the stars the glory of ,his eyes1 ,his ,body gleams amid eternal snows1 ,his tears fall from the skies4 ,i see ,his face in every flower2 ,the thunder and the singing of the birds ,are but ,his voice--and carven by ,his power ,rocks are ,his written words4 ,all pathways by ,his feet are worn1 ,his strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea1 ,his crown of thorns is twined with every thorn1 ,his cross is every tree4 ,,the ,,stars ,,sang ,,in ,,god',s ,,garden ,,by ,,joseph ,,mary ,,plunkett ,the stars sang in ,god's garden2 ,the stars are the birds of ,god2 ,the night-time is ,god's harvest1 ,its fruits are the words of ,god4 ,god ploughed ,his fields at morning1 ,god sowed ,his seed at noon1 ,god reaped and gathered in ,his corn ,with the rising of the moon4 ,the sun rose up at midnight1 ,the sun rose red as blood1 ,it showed the ,reaper1 the dead ,christ1 ,upon ,his cross of wood4 ,for many live that one may die1 ,and one must die that many live-- ,the stars are silent in the sky ,lest my poor songs be fugitive4 8,,is ,,it ,,nothing ,,to ,,you80 ,,by ,,may ,,probyn ,we were playing on the green together1 ,my sweetheart and ,i-- ,oh1 so heedless in the gay ,june weather1 ,when the word went forth that we must die4 ,oh1 so merrily the balls of amber ,and of ivory tossed we to the sky1 ,while the word went forth in the ,king's chamber1 ,that we both must die4 ,oh1 so idly1 straying through the pleasaunce1 ,plucked we here and there ,fruit and bud1 while in the royal presence ,the ,king's son was casting from his hair ,glory of the wreathen gold that crowned it1 ,and1 ungirding all his garment fair1 ,flinging by the jewelled clasp that bound it1 ,with his feet made bare1 ,down the myrtled stairway of the palace1 ,ashes on his head1 ,came he1 through the rose and citron alleys1 ,in the rough sark of sackcloth habited1 ,and in a hempen halter--oh6 we jested1 ,lightly1 and we laughed as he was led ,to the torture1 while the bloom we breasted ,where the grapes grew red4 ,oh1 so sweet the birds1 when he was dying1 ,piped to her and me-- ,is no room this glad ,june day for sighing-- ,he is dead1 and she and ,i go free6 ,when the sun shall set on all our pleasure ,we will mourn him--,what1 so you decree ,we are heartless8--,nay1 but in what measure ,do you more than we8 ,,the ,,bees ,,of ,,myddleton ,,manor #agth ,century ,,by ,,may ,,probyn ,buzzing1 buzzing1 buzzing1 my golden-belted bees3 ,my little son was seven years old--the mint-flower touched his knees2 ,yellow were his curly locks2 ,yellow were his stocking-clocks2 ,his plaything of a sword had a diamond in its hilt2 ,where the garden beds lay sunny1 ,and the bees were making honey1 8,for ,god and the king--to arms6 to arms60 the day long would he lilt4 ,smock'd in lace and flowered brocade1 my pretty son of seven ,wept sore because the kitten died1 and left the charge uneven4 8,i head one battalion1 mother-- ,kitty10 sobbed he1 8led the other6 ,and when we reach'd the bee-hive bench ,we used to halt and storm the trench3 ,if we could plant our standard here1 ,with all the bees a-buzzing near1 ,and fly the colors safe from sting1 ,the town was taken for the king60 ,flirting flitting over the thyme1 by bees with yellow band-- ,my little son of seven came close1 and clipp'd me by the hand2 ,a wreath of mourning cloth was wound ,his small left arm and sword-hilt round1 ,and on the thatch of every hive a whisp of black was bound4 8,sweet mother1 we must tell the bees1 or they will swarm away3 ,ye little bees60 he called1 8draw nigh1 and hark to what ,i say1 ,and make us golden honey still for our white wheaten bread1 ,though never more ,we rush on war ,with ,kitty at our head3 ,who'll give the toast ,when swords are cross'd1 ,now ,kitty lieth dead80 ,buzzing1 buzzing1 buzzing1 my bees of yellow girth3 ,my son of seven changed his mood1 and clasp'd me in his mirth4 8,sweet mother1 when ,i grow a man and fall on battlefield10 ,he cried1 and down in the daisied grass upon one knee he kneel'd1 8,i charge thee1 come and tell the bees how ,i for the king lie dead2 ,and thou shalt never lack fine honey for thy wheaten bread60 99 99 99 99 99 ,flitting1 flitting1 flitting1 my busy bees1 alas6 ,no footsteps of my soldier son came clinking through the grass4 ,thrice he kiss'd me for farewell2 ,and far on the stone his shadow fell2 ,he buckled spurs and sword-belt on1 as the sun began to stoop1 ,set foot in stirrup1 and sprang to horse1 and rode to join his troop4 ,to the west he rode1 where the winds were at play1 ,and ,monmouth's army mustering lay2 ,where ,bridgewater flew her banner high1 ,and gave up her keys1 when the ,duke came by2 ,and the maids of ,taunton paid him court ,with colors their own white hands had wrought2 ,and red as a field1 where blood doth run1 ,sedgemoor blazed in the setting sun4 ,broider'd sash and clasp of gold1 my soldier son1 alas6 ,the mint was all in flower1 and the clover in the grass3 8,with every bed ,in bloom10 ,i said1 8,what further lack the bees1 ,that they buzz so loud1 ,like a restless cloud1 ,among the orchard trees80 ,no voice in the air1 from ,sedgemoor field1 ,moan'd out how ,grey and the horse had reel'd2 ,met me no ghost1 with haunting eyes1 ,that westward pointed 'mid its sighs1 ,and pull'd apart a bloody vest1 ,and show'd the sword-gash in his breast4 ,empty hives1 and flitting bees1 and sunny morning hours2 ,i snipp'd the blossom'd lavender1 and the pinks1 and the gillyflowers2 ,no petal trembled in my hold-- ,i saw not the dead stretched stark and cold ,on the trampled turf at the shepherd's door1 ,in the cloak and the doublet ,monmouth wore1 ,with ,monmouth's scarf and headgear on1 ,and the eyes1 not clos'd1 of my soldier son2 ,i knew not how1 ere the cocks did crow1 the fight was fought in the dark1 ,with naught for guide but the enemy's guns1 when the flint flash'd out a spark1 ,till1 routed at first sound of fire1 the cavalry broke and fled1 ,and the hoofs struck dumb1 where they spurn'd the slain1 and the meadow stream ran red2 ,i saw not the handful of horsemen spur through the dusk1 and out of sight1 ,my soldier son at the ,duke's left hand1 and ,grey that rode on his right4 ,buzzing1 buzzing1 buzzing1 my honey-making bees1 ,they left the musk1 and the marigolds and the scented faint sweet peas2 ,they gather'd in a darkening cloud1 and sway'd1 and rose to fly2 ,a blackness on the summer blue1 they swept across the sky4 ,gaunt and ghastly with gaping wounds--7my soldier son1 alas67 ,footsore and faint1 the messenger came halting through the grass4 ,the wind went by and shook the leaves--the mint-stalk shed its flower-- ,and ,i miss'd the murmuring round the hives1 and my boding heart beat slower4 ,his soul we cheer'd with meat and wine2 ,with woman's craft and balsam fine ,we bathed his hurts1 and bound them soft1 ,while west the wind played through the croft1 ,and the low sun dyed the pinks blood red1 ,and1 straying near the mint-flower shed1 ,a wild bee wantoned o'er the bed4 ,he told how my son1 at the shepherd's door1 kept watch in ,monmouth's clothes1 ,while ,monmouth donned the shepherd's frock1 in hope to cheat his foes4 ,a couple of troopers spied him stand1 ,and bade him yield to the king's command3 8,surrender1 thou rebel as good as dead1 ,a price is set on thy traitor head60 ,my soldier son1 with secret smile1 ,held both at bay for a little while1 ,dealt them such death blow as he fell1 ,neither was left the tale to tell2 ,with dying eyes that asked no grace1 ,they stared on him for a minute's space1 ,and felt that it was not ,monmouth's face4 ,crimsoned through was ,monmouth's cloak1 when the soldier dropped at their side-- 8,those knaves will carry no word10 he said1 and he smiled in his pain1 and died4 8,two days10 told the messenger1 8did we lie ,hid in the fields of peas and rye1 ,hid in the ditch of brake and sedge1 ,with the enemy's scouts down every hedge1 ,till ,grey was seized1 and ,monmouth seized1 that under the fern did crouch1 ,starved and haggard1 and all unshaved1 with a few raw peas in his pouch40 99 99 99 99 99 ,no music soundeth in my ears1 but a passing bell that tolls ,for gallant lords with head on block--sweet ,heaven receive their souls6 ,and a mound1 unnamed1 in ,sedgemoor grass1 ,that laps my soldier son1 alas6 ,the bloom is shed-- ,the bees are fled-- ,middleton luck it's done and dead4 ,a ,,legend ,,by ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter ,i ,the ,monk was preaching3 strong his earnest word1 ,from the abundance of his heart he spoke1 ,and the flame spread1--in every soul that heard ,sorrow and love and good resolve awoke3-- ,the poor lay ,brother1 ignorant and old1 ,thanked ,god that he had heard such words of gold4 ,,ii 8,still let the glory1 ,lord1 be thine alone10-- ,so prayed the ,monk1 his heart absorbed in praise3 8,thine be the glory3 if my hands have sown ,the harvest ripened in ,thy mercy's rays1 ,it was ,thy blessing1 ,lord1 that made my word ,bring light and love to every soul that heard40 ,,iii 8,o ,lord1 ,i thank ,thee that my feeble strength ,has been so blest2 that sinful hearts and cold ,were melted at my pleading1--knew at length ,how sweet ,thy service and how safe ,thy fold3 ,while souls that loved ,thee saw before them rise ,still holier heights of loving sacrifice40 ,,iv ,so prayed the ,monk3 when suddenly he heard ,an ,angel speaking thus3 8,know1 ,o my ,son1 ,the words had all been vain1 but hearts were stirred1 ,and saints were edified1 and sinners won1 ,by his1 the poor lay ,brother's humble aid ,who sat upon the pulpit stair and prayed40 ,,the ,,sacred ,,heart ,,by ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter ,what wouldst thou have1 ,o soul1 ,thou weary soul8 ,lo6 ,i have sought for rest ,on the ,earth's heaving breast1 ,from pole to pole4 ,sleep--,i have been with her1 ,but she gave dreams2 ,death--nay1 the rest he gives ,rest only seems4 ,fair nature knows it not-- ,the grass is growing2 ,the blue air knows it not-- ,the winds are blowing3 ,not in the changing sky1 ,the stormy sea1 ,yet somewhere in ,god's wide world ,rest there must be4 ,within thy ,saviour's ,heart ,place all thy care1 ,and learn1 ,o weary soul1 ,thy ,rest is there4 ,what wouldst thou1 trembling soul8 ,strength for the strife1-- ,strength for this fiery war ,that we call ,life4 ,fears gather thickly round2 ,shadowy foes1 ,like unto armed men1 ,around me close4 ,what am ,i1 frail and poor1 ,when griefs arise8 ,no help from the weak earth1 ,or the cold skies4 ,lo6 ,i can find no guards1 ,no weapons borrow2 ,shrinking1 alone ,i stand1 ,with mighty sorrow4 ,courage1 thou trembling soul1 ,grief thou must bear1 ,yet thou canst find a strength ,will match despair2 ,within thy ,saviour's ,heart-- ,seek for it there4 ,what wouldst thou have1 sad soul1 ,oppressed with grief8-- ,comfort3 ,i seek in vain1 ,nor find relief4 ,nature1 all pitiless1 ,smiles on my pain2 ,i ask my fellow-men1 ,they give disdain4 ,i asked the babbling streams1 ,but they flowed on2 ,i asked the wise and good1 ,but they gave none4 ,though ,i have asked the stars1 ,coldly they shine4 ,they are too bright to know ,grief such as mine4 ,i asked for comfort still1 ,and ,i found tears1 ,and ,i have sought in vain ,long1 weary years4 ,listen1 thou mournful soul1 ,thy pain shall cease2 ,deep in ,his sacred ,heart ,dwells joy and peace4 ,yes1 in that ,heart divine ,the ,angels bright ,find1 through eternal years1 ,still new delight4 ,from thence his constancy ,the martyr drew1 ,and there the virgin band ,their refuge knew4 ,there1 racked by pain without1 ,and dread within1 ,how many souls have found ,heaven's bliss begin4 ,then leave thy vain attempts ,to seek for peace2 ,the world can never give ,one soul release2 ,but in thy ,saviour's ,heart ,securely dwell1 ,no pain can harm thee1 hid ,in that sweet cell4 ,then fly1 ,o coward soul1 ,delay no more3 ,what words can speak the joy ,for thee in store8 ,what smiles of earth can tell ,of peace like thine8 ,silence and tears are best ,for things divine4 ,,the ,,annunciation ,,by ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter ,how pure1 and frail1 and white1 ,the snowdrops shine6 ,gather a garland bright ,for ,mary's shrine4 ,for1 born of winter snows1 ,these fragile flowers ,are gifts to our fair ,queen ,from ,spring's first hours4 ,for on this blessd day ,she knelt at prayer2 ,when1 lo6 before her shone ,an ,angel fair4 8,hail1 ,mary60 thus he cried1 ,with reverent fear3 ,she1 with sweet wondering eyes1 ,marvelled to hear4 ,be still1 ye clouds of ,heaven6 ,be silent1 ,earth6 ,and hear an ,angel tell ,of ,jesus' birth1 ,while she1 whom ,gabriel hails ,as full of grace1 ,listens with humble faith ,in her sweet face4 ,be still1--,pride1 ,war1 and ,pomp1 ,vain ,hopes1 vain ,fears1 ,for now an ,angel speaks1 ,and ,mary hears4 8,hail1 ,mary60 lo1 it rings ,through ages on2 8,hail ,mary60 it shall sound1 ,till ,time is done 8,hail1 ,mary60 infant lips ,lisp it to-day2 8,hail1 ,mary60 with faint smile ,the dying say4 8,hail1 ,mary60 many a heart ,broken with grief1 ,in that angelic prayer ,has found relief4 ,and many a half-lost soul1 ,when turned at bay1 ,with those triumphant words ,has won the day4 8,hail1 ,mary1 ,queen of ,heaven60 ,let us repeat1 ,and place our snowdrop wreath ,here at her feet4 ,,our ,,daily ,,bread ,,by ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter ,give us our daily ,bread1 ,o ,god1 the bread of strength6 ,for we have learnt to know ,how weak we are at length4 ,as children we are weak1 ,as children must be fed2-- ,give us ,thy ,grace1 ,o ,lord1 ,to be our daily ,bread4 ,give us our daily ,bread3-- ,the bitter bread of grief4 ,we sought earth's poisoned feasts ,for pleasure and relief2 ,we sought her deadly fruits1 ,but now1 ,o ,god1 instead1 ,we ask thy healing grief ,to be our daily ,bread4 ,give us our daily ,bread ,to cheer our fainting soul2 ,the feast of comfort1 ,lord1 ,and peace1 to make us whole3 ,for we are sick of tears1 ,the useless tears we shed2-- ,now give us comfort1 ,lord1 ,to be our daily ,bread4 ,give us our daily ,bread1 ,the ,bread of ,angels1 ,lord1 ,for us1 so many times1 ,broken1 betrayed1 adored3 ,his ,body and ,his ,blood2-- ,the feast that ,jesus spread3 ,give ,him--our life1 our all-- ,to be our daily ,bread6 ,,my ,,maryland ,,by ,,james ,,ryder ,,randall ,the despot's heel is on thy shore1 ,maryland6 ,his torch is at thy temple door1 ,maryland6 ,avenge the patriotic gore ,that flecked the streets of ,baltimore1 ,and be the battle-queen of yore1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,hark to an exiled son's appeal1 ,maryland6 ,my ,mother ,state1 to thee ,i kneel1 ,maryland6 ,for life and death1 for woe and weal1 ,thy peerless chivalry reveal1 ,and gird thy beauteous limbs with steel1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,thou wilt not cower in the dust1 ,maryland6 ,thy beaming sword shall never rust1 ,maryland6 ,remember ,carroll's sacred trust1 ,remember ,howard's warlike thrust1 ,and all thy slumberers with the just1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,come6 'tis the red dawn of the day1 ,maryland6 ,come with thy panoplied array1 ,maryland6 ,with ,ringgold's spirit for the fray1 ,with ,watson's blood at ,monterey1 ,with fearless ,lowe and dashing ,may1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,dear ,mother1 burst the tyrant's chain1 ,maryland6 ,virginia should not call in vain1 ,maryland6 ,she meets her sisters on the plain1-- 8,sic semper60 'tis the proud refrain ,that baffles minions back amain1 ,maryland6 ,arise in majesty again1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,come6 for thy shield is bright and strong1 ,maryland6 ,come6 for thy dalliance does thee wrong1 ,maryland6 ,come to thine own heroic throng ,stalking with ,liberty along1 ,and chant thy dauntless slogan-song1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,i see the blush upon thy cheek1 ,maryland6 ,for thou wast ever bravely meek1 ,maryland6 ,but lo6 there surges forth a shriek1 ,from hill to hill1 from creek to creek1 ,potomac calls to ,chesapeake1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,thou wilt not yield the ,vandal toll1 ,maryland6 ,thou wilt not crook to his control1 ,maryland6 ,better the fire upon thee roll1 ,better the shot1 the blade1 the bowl1 ,than crucifixion of the soul1 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,i hear the distant thunder hum1 ,maryland6 ,the ,old ,line's bugle1 fife and drum1 ,maryland6 ,she is not dead1 nor deaf1 nor dumb2 ,huzza6 she spurns the ,northern scum6 ,she breathes6 ,she burns6 ,she'll come6 ,she'll come6 ,maryland1 my ,maryland6 ,,magdalen ,,by ,,james ,,ryder ,,randall ,the ,hebrew girl1 with flaming brow1 ,the banner-blush of shame1 ,sinks at the sinless ,saviour's ,knees ,and dares to breathe ,his name4 ,from the full fountain of her eyes ,the lava-globes are roll'd-- ,they wash ,his feet2 she spurns them off ,with her ringlet-scarf of gold4 ,the ,meek ,one feels the eloquence ,of agonizing prayer1 ,the burning tears1 the suppliant face1 ,the penitential hair2 ,and when1 to crown her brimming woe1 ,the ointment box is riven-- 8,rise1 daughter1 rise6 ,much hast thou loved1 ,be all thy sins forgiven60 ,dear ,god6 ,the prayer of good and pure1 ,the canticles of light1 ,enrobe ,thy throne with gorgeous skies1 ,as incense in ,thy sight2 ,may the shivered vase of ,magdalen ,soothe many an outcast's smart1 ,teaching what fragrant pleas may spring ,from out a broken heart6 ,,why ,,the ,,robin',s ,,breast ,,was ,,red ,,by ,,james ,,ryder ,,randall ,the ,saviour1 bowed beneath ,his ,cross1 climbed up the dreary hill1 ,and from the agonizing wreath ran many a crimson rill2 ,the cruel ,roman thrust ,him on with unrelenting hand1 ,till1 staggering slowly 'mid the crowd1 ,he fell upon the sand4 ,a little bird that warbled near1 that memorable day1 ,flitted around and strove to wrench one single thorn away2 ,the cruel spike impaled his breast1--and thus 'tis sweetly said1 ,the robin has his silver vest incarnadined with red4 ,ah1 ,jesu6 ,jesu6 ,son of man6 my dolor and my sighs ,reveal the lesson taught by this winged ,ishmael of the skies4 ,i1 in the palace of delight or cavern of despair1 ,have plucked no thorns from ,thy dear brow1 but planted thousands there6 ,,le ,,repos ,,in ,,egypte3 ,,the ,,sphinx ,,by ,,agnes ,,repplier ,all day ,i watch the stretch of burning sand2 ,all night ,i brood beneath the golden stars2 ,amid the silence of a desolate land1 ,no touch of bitterness my reverie mars4 ,built by the proudest of a kingly line1 ,over my head the centuries fly fast2 ,the secrets of the mighty dead are mine2 ,i hold the key of a forgotten past4 ,yet1 ever hushed into a rapturous dream1 ,i see again that night4 ,a halo mild ,shone from the liquid moon4 ,beneath her beam ,traveled a tired young ,mother and the ,child4 ,within mine arms she slumbered1 and alone ,i watched the ,infant4 ,at my feet her guide ,lay stretched o'er-wearied4 ,on my breast of stone ,rested the ,crucified4 ,,andromeda ,,by ,,james ,,jeffrey ,,roche ,they chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone2 ,the beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own2 ,the callous world beheld the wrong1 and left her there alone4 ,base caitiffs who belied her1 false kinsmen who denied her1 ,ye left her there alone6 ,my ,beautiful1 they left thee in thy peril and thy pain2 ,the night that hath no morrow was brooding on the main3 ,but1 lo6 a light is breaking of hope for thee again2 ',t is ,perseus's sword a-flaming1 thy dawn of day proclaiming ,across the western main4 ,o ,ireland6 ,o my country6 he comes to break thy chain6 ,,nature ,,the ,,false ,,goddess ,,by ,,james ,,jeffrey ,,roche ,the vilest work of vilest man1 ,the cup that drugs1 the sword that slays1 ,the purchased kiss of courtesan1 ,the lying tongue of blame of praise1 ,the cobra's fang1 the tiger's tongue1 ,the python's murderous embrace-- ,the wrath of any living thing ,a man may fear but bravely face4 ,but thou1 cold ,mother1 knowest naught ,of love1 of hate1 or joy1 or woe2 ,thy bounties come to man unsought1 ,thy curses fall on friend and foe4 ,thou bearest balm upon thy breath1 ,or sowest poison in the air2 ,and if man reapeth life or death1 ,thou dost not know1 thou dost not care4 ,thou art ,god's instrument of fate1 ,obedient1 mighty1 soulless1 blind1 ,no demon to propitiate1 ,no deity in love enshrined4 ,let him who turns from ,god away ,to ,bel or ,moloch bend the knee2 ,defile his soul to wood or clay1 ,or thrill with ,voodoo's ecstasy4 ,seek any fetich undivine1 ,be any superstition's thrall1 ,from ,heaven or ,hell will come a sign2 ,but thou alone art deaf to all4 ,,three ,,doves ,,by ,,james ,,jeffrey ,,roche ,seaward1 at morn1 my doves flew free2 ,at eve they circled back to me4 ,the first was ,faith2 the second1 ,hope2 ,the third1 the whitest1 ,charity4 ,above the plunging surges play ,dream-like they hovered1 day by day4 ,at last they turned1 and bore to me ,green signs of peace thro' nightfall gray1 ,no shore forlorn1 no loveliest land ,their gentle eye had left unscanned1 ',mid hues of twilight-heliotrope ,or daybreak fires by heaven-breath fanned ,quick visions of celestial grace1-- ,hither they waft1 from earth's broad space1 ,kind thoughts for all humanity1 ,they shine with radiance from ,god's face4 ,ah1 since my heart they choose for home1 ,why loose them1--forth again to roam8 ,yet look2 they rise with loftier scope ,they wheel in flight toward ,heaven's pure dome4 ,fly1 messengers that find no rest ,save in such toil as makes man blest6 ,your home is ,god's immensity2 ,we hold you but at ,his behest4 ,,the ,,way ,,of ,,the ,,world ,,by ,,james ,,jeffrey ,,roche ,the hands of the ,king are soft and fair ,they never knew labor's strain ,the hands of the ,robber redly wear ,the bloody brand of ,cain4 ,but the hands of the ,man are hard and scarred ,with the scars of toil and pain4 ,the slaves of ,pilate have washed his hands ,as white as a kings might be4 ,barrabas with wrists unfettered stands ,for the world has made him free4 ,but ,thy palms toil-worn by nails are torn1 ,o ,christ1 on ,calvary4 ,,ave ,,maria ,,by ,,john ,,jerome ,,rooney ,lady1 thy soldier ,i would be1 ,this day ,i choose thy shield1 ,and go1 thrice-armored for the fight1 ,forth to the world's wide field4 ,there ,i shall meet the dark allies1 ,the ,flesh1 the ,fiend1 the ,world1 ,and fiercely shall their darts of fire ,upon my heart be hurled4 ,but ,i will raise my buckler strong ,betwixt me and the foe1 ,and1 with the spirit's flaming sword1 ,shall give them blow for blow4 ,lady1 thy sailor ,i would be1 ,this day ,i sign my name ,to sail the high seas of the earth ,for glory of thy fame4 ,the tempest may besiege my bark1 ,the pirate lie in wait3 ,the perils of the monstrous deep ,may tempt o'erwhelming fate3 ,yet1 wheresoe'er my ship may steer ,upon the waters wide1 ,thy name shall be my compass sure1 ,thy star my midnight guide4 ,thy poet1 ,lady1 ,i would be ,to sing thy peerless praise2 ,thy loyal bard1 ,i'd bring to thee ,heart-music from all lays4 ,soft melody1 outpoured in ,june ,by ,god's dear feathered throng1 ,would mingle with the organ's roll ,to glorify my song2 ,and ,dante's voice and ,petrarch's strain ,and ,milton's matchless line ,would lend to my poor minstrel note ,a harmony divine4 ,lady1 ,i choose to be thy son2 ,for ,mother thee ,i choose2 ,o1 for thy sweet and holy ,child1 ,do not my claim refuse6 ,alone and motherless am ,i3 ,tho' strong1 ,i long for rest-- ,the thunder of the world's applause ,is not a mother's breast4 ,ave ,maria6 ,shield us all4 ,thy sons we choose to be4 ,mother of grace1 we raise our hearts1 ,our hearts1 our love to thee6 ,,revelation 8,and ,i saw a new heaven and a new earth3 for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away40--,revelation ,,xxi3#a ,,by ,,john ,,jerome ,,rooney ,the ,lord ,god said to ,his angel3 8,let the old things pass away4 ,they have heaped the earth with slaughter their sin obscures the day4 ,roll up the night on a curtain3 let the stars fade one by one3 ,out of the face of the heavens my anger shall blot the sun4 ,for the man ,i made and breathed on1 filled with my breath of breath1 ,hath sown the seas with hatred1 his skies are dark with death4 ,the babe is slain at the bosom1 the babe who beholds my face2 ,a welter of woe he leaves it1--the dream of my love and grace4 8,love was the dower ,i gave him1 love the light of his days1 ,love the core of his being1 love1 and the upward gaze4 ,hate is the meat he feeds on1 hate is his daily bread3 ,his drink is the blood of his brother1 whom ,cain hath stricken dead4 ,i said to the man in the ,garden3 #8,where is thy brother1 ,cain8' #8,am ,i my brother's keeper8' now comes the answer again40 ,the ,lord ,god said to ,his angel3 8,this ,thing is accursed and a lie3 ,it hath sinned from the ,law ,i gave it1 and surely it shall die40 8,the ,beasts of the field are patient1 the birds rejoice in song1-- ,but what is this ,thing of blood-lust1 and where does it belong8 ,lo1 ,i shall establish a judgment3 ,let the old things pass away3 ,they have heaped the fields with slaughter3 their sin defiles the day4 ,they have laid on the weak sore burdens1 on the just1 their whips and ban3 ,for a handful of crimsoned silver they have kissed the ,son of ,man4 ,roll back the scroll of the heavens2 from out of the womb of birth ,come forth new heavens untainted2 come forth1 renewed1 the ,earth60 ,,marquette ,,on ,,the ,,shores ,,of ,,the ,,mississippi ,on seeing the original manuscript map of the ,mississippi ,river by its discoverer1 ,father ,marquette ,,by ,,john ,,jerome ,,rooney ,here1 in the midnight of the solemn wood1 ,he heard a roar as of a mighty wind1-- ,the onward rush of waters unconfined ,trampling in legions thro' the solitude4 ,then lo6 before him swept the conquering flood1 ,free as the freedom of the truth-strong mind ,which hills of ,doubt could neither hide nor bind1 ,which1 all in vain1 the valley mounds withstood6 ,with glowing eye he saw the prancing tide ,with yellow mane rush onward thro' the night ,into the vastness he had never trod3 ,nor dreamt of conquest of that kingdom wide ,as down the flood his spirit took its flight ,seeking the long-lost children of his ,god6 ,,the ,,empire ,,builder 7,on the death of a ,catholic gentleman7 ,,by ,,john ,,jerome ,,rooney ,i ,this is the song of the ,empire ,builder1 ,who out of the ends of the earth1 ,thro' travail of war and of carnage ,brings strange1 new realms to birth4 ,this is the boast of the ,empire ,builder3 ,give heed to the deeds of his hands ,and scorn thou not the glory he hath ,in his gold and his wasted lands4 ,he hath counted his neighbors' cattle ,with the cold1 gray eye of greed3 ,he hath marked for his own the fields of wheat ,where he never had sown the seed3 ,the vine-clad cot by the hillside1 ,where the farmer's children play1-- 8,this shall fit in my plan10 he said2 8,what use for such as they80 ,and so1 in the dusk of evening1 ,he brought his armd men1 ,and where had shone the clustering grapes ,there stretched a waste again4 ,homeless1 the children wandered ,thro' the fields their father won3 ,no more shall they feel his clasp and kiss-- ,aye1 never beneath the sun4 ,vex1 vex not the ,empire ,builder1 ,nor babble of ,mercy's shield2 ,hath he not his vaster issue-- ,the linking of field to field8 ,hath he not noted the boundary ,that lies 'twixt 8mine and thine08 ,hath he not said1 8',twere better for thee ,if thine henceforth be mine08 ,and so doth the ,empire ,builder1 ,from out of the ends of the earth1 ,thro' travail of war and of carnage ,bring strange1 new realms to birth-- ,realms builded on broken hearthstones1 ,the triumph of ,rapine's hour-- ,that one may boast in the halls of ,fame ,and sit in the seats of ,power6 ,,ii ,this is the song of the ,empire ,builder1 ,who built not of wasted lands1 ,but who builded a kingdom of golden deeds ,and of things not made by hands6 ,the fields of the spirit were his to roam1 ,the paths where the love-flowers grew3 ,he felt the breath of the spirits' spring ,in every wind that blew3 ,it came not laden with dying groans ,and homeless orphans' cries3 ,it blew from the mountains of the ,lord ,and the fields of ,paradise4 ,this is the boast of the ,empire ,builder ,who built not of mouldering clay3 ,that the kingdom ,he built1 not made by hands1 ,shall never pass away6 ,the mind cannot measure its boundaries1 ,all ,space is its outer gate3 ,it is broader than ever a man conceived ,and more durable than ,fate4 ,this is the ,empire our brother built1 ,in ,his little hour of ,earth1 ,thro' the spirit's travail of righteous deeds ,and the spirit's glad rebirth4 ,he had silenced the boast of the ,empire ,builder1 ,with his gold and wasted lands1 ,by his deathless kingdom of golden deeds ,and of things not made by hands4 ,this is the kingdom our brother built3 ,it is good3 it hath sufficed2-- ,for who can measure the glory he keeps ,with our ,elder ,brother1 ,christ8 ,,the ,,men ,,behind ,,the ,,guns ,,by ,,john ,,jerome ,,rooney ,a cheer and salute for the ,admiral1 and here's to the ,captain bold1 ,and never forget the ,commodore's debt when the deeds of might are told6 ,they stand to the deck through the battle's wreck when the great shells roar and screech-- ,and never they fear when the foe is near to practice what they preach3 ,but off with your hat and three times three for ,columbia's true-blue sons1 ,the men below who batter the foe--the men behind the guns6 ,oh1 light and merry of heart are they when they swing into port once more1 ,when1 with more than enough of the 8green-backed stuff10 they start for their leave-o'-shore2 ,and you'd think1 perhaps1 that the blue-bloused chaps who loll along the street ,are a tender bit1 with salt on it1 for some fierce 8mustache0 to eat-- ,some warrior bold1 with straps of gold1 who dazzles and fairly stuns ,the modest worth of the sailor boys--the lads who serve the guns4 ,but say not a word till the shot is heard that tells the fight is on1 ,till the long1 deep roar grows more and more from the ships of 8,yank0 and 8,don10 ,till over the deep the tempests sweep of fire and bursting shell1 ,and the very air is a mad ,despair in the throes of a living hell2 ,then down1 deep down1 in the mighty ship1 unseen by the midday suns1 ,you'll find the chaps who are giving the raps--the men behind the guns6 ,oh1 well they know the cyclones blow that they loose from their cloud of death1 ,and they know is heard the thunder-word their fierce ten-incher saith6 ,the steel decks rock with the lightning shock1 and shake with the great recoil1 ,and the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches for his spoil-- ,but not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs ,shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind the guns6 ,a ,,thought ,,from ,,cardinal ,,newman,a ,,by ,,matthew ,,russell1 ,s4 ,j4 ,the world shines bright for inexperienced eyes1 ,and death seems distant to the gay and strong1 ,and in the youthful heart proud fancies throng1 ,and only present good can nature prize4 ,how then shall youth o'er these low vapours rise1 ,and climb the upward path so steep and long8 ,and how1 amid earth's sights and sounds of wrong1 ,walk with pure heart and face raised to the skies8 ,by gazing on the ,infinitely ,good1 ,whose love must quell1 or hallow every other-- ,by living in the shadow of the ,rood1 ,for ,he that hangs there is our ,elder ,brother1 ,who dying gave to us ,himself as food1 ,and ,his own ,mother as our nursing ,mother4 ,a ,in the last of his 8,discourses to ,mixed ,congregations10 ,dr4 ,newman calls the ,blessed ,virgin the ,mother of ,emanuel1 and says3 8,it is the boast of the ,catholic religion that it has the gift of making the young heart chaste2 and why is this1 but that it gives us ,jesus for our food and ,mary for our nursing ,mother80 ,,the ,,conquered ,,banner ,,by ,,abram ,j4 ,,ryan ,furl that ,banner1 for 'tis weary2 ,round its staff 'tis drooping dreary3 ,furl it1 fold it1--it is best2 ,for there's not a man to wave it1 ,and there's not a sword to save it1 ,and there's not one left to lave it ,in the blood which heroes gave it1 ,and its foes now scorn and brave it3 ,furl it1 hide it1--let it rest6 ,take that ,banner down6 'tis tattered2 ,broken is its staff and shattered2 ,and the valiant hosts are scattered1 ,over whom it floated high4 ,oh1 'tis hard for us to fold it1 ,hard to think there's none to hold it1 ,now must furl it with a sigh6 ,furl that ,banner6--furl it sadly6 ,once ten thousands hailed it gladly1 ,and ten thousands wildly1 madly1 ,swore it should forever wave2 ,swore that foeman's sword should never ,hearts like theirs entwined dissever ,till that flag should float forever ,o'er their freedom or their grave6 ,furl it6 for the hands that grasped it1 ,and the hearts that fondly clasped it1 ,cold and dead are lying low2 ,and that ,banner--it is trailing ,while around it sounds the wailing ,of its people in their woe4 ,for1 though conquered1 they adore it1-- ,love the cold1 dead hands that bore it1 ,weep for those who fell before it1 ,pardon those who trailed and tore it2 ,and oh1 wildly they deplore it4 ,now to furl and fold it so6 ,furl that ,banner6 ,true1 'tis gory1 ,yet 'tis wreathed around with glory1 ,and 'twill live in song and story ,though its folds are in the dust6 ,for its fame on brightest pages1 ,penned by poets and by sages1 ,shall go sounding down the ages-- ,furl its folds though now we must4 ,furl that ,banner1 softly1 slowly6 ,treat it gently--it is holy1 ,for it droops above the dead4 ,touch it not--unfold it never2 ,let it droop there1 furled forever1-- ,for its people's hopes are fled6 ,a ,,child',s ,,wish ,,by ,,abram ,j4 ,,ryan ,i wish ,i were the little key ,that locks ,love's ,captive in1 ,and lets ,him out to go and free ,a sinful heart from sin4 ,i wish ,i were the little bell ,that tinkles for the ,host1 ,when ,god comes down each day to dwell ,with hearts ,he loves the most4 ,i wish ,i were the chalice fair1 ,that holds the ,blood of ,love1 ,when every gleam lights holy prayer ,upon its way above4 ,i wish ,i were the little flower ,so near the ,host's sweet face1 ,or like the light that half an hour ,burns on the shrine of grace4 ,i wish ,i were the altar where1 ,as on ,his mother's breast1 ,christ nestles1 like a child1 fore'er ,in ,eucharistic rest4 ,but1 oh1 my ,god1 ,i wish the most ,that my poor heart may be ,a home all holy for each ,host ,that comes in love to me4 ,,the ,,sword ,,of ,,robert ,,lee ,,by ,,abram ,j4 ,,ryan ,forth from its scabbard1 pure and bright ,flashed the sword of ,lee6 ,far in the front of the deadly fight1 ,high o'er the brave in the cause of ,right1 ,its stainless sheen1 like a beacon bright1 ,led us to ,victory4 ,out of its scabbard1 where1 full long1 ,it slumbered peacefully1 ,roused from its rest by the battle's song1 ,shielding the feeble1 smiting the strong1 ,guarding the right1 avenging the wrong1 ,gleamed the sword of ,lee4 ,forth from its scabbard1 high in air ,beneath ,virginia's sky-- ,and they who saw it gleaming there1 ,and knew who bore it1 knelt to swear ,that where that sword led they would dare ,to follow--and to die4 ,out of its scabbard6 ,never hand ,waved sword from stain as free1 ,nor purer sword led braver band1 ,nor braver bled for a brighter land1 ,nor brighter land had a cause so grand1 ,nor cause a chief like ,lee6 ,forth from its scabbard6 ,how we prayed ,that sword might victor be2 ,and when our triumph was delayed1 ,and many a heart grew sore afraid1 ,we still hoped on while gleamed the blade ,of noble ,robert ,lee4 ,forth from its scabbard all in vain ,bright flashed the sword of ,lee2 ',tis shrouded now in its sheath again1 ,it sleeps the sleep of our noble slain1 ,defeated1 yet without a stain1 ,proudly and peacefully4 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,mystic ,,by ,,abram ,j4 ,,ryan ,i walk down the ,valley of ,silence-- ,down the dim voiceless ,valley--alone6 ,and ,i hear not the fall of a footstep ,around me1 save ,god's and my own2 ,and the hush of my heart is as holy ,as hovers where angels have flown6 ,long ago was ,i weary of voices ,whose magic my heart could not win2 ,long ago was ,i weary of noises ,that fretted my soul with their din2 ,long ago was ,i weary of places ,where ,i met but the human--and sin4 ,i walked through the world with the worldly2 ,i craved what the world never gave2 ,and ,i said3 8,in the world1 each ,ideal ,that shines like a star on life's wave1 ,is wrecked on the shores of the ,real1 ,and sleeps like a dream in a grave40 ,and still did ,i pine for the ,perfect1 ,and still found the false with the true2 ,i sought 'mid the human for heaven1 ,and caught a mere glimpse of its blue2 ,and ,i wept when the clouds of the mortal ,veiled even that glimpse from my view4 ,and ,i toiled on1 heart-tired of the ,human2 ,and ,i moaned 'mid the mazes of men2 ,till ,i knelt1 long ago1 at an altar ,and heard a voice call me4 ,since then ,i walk down the ,valley of ,silence ,that lies far beyond human ken4 ,do you ask what ,i found in the ,valley8 ',tis my trysting-place with the ,divine2 ,and ,i fell at the feet of the ,holy1 ,and above me a voice said3 8,be mine60 ,and there rose from the depths of my spirit ,an echo--8,my heart shall be thine40 ,do you ask how ,i live in the ,valley8 ,i weep--and ,i dream--and ,i pray4 ,but my tears are as sweet as the dewdrops ,that fall on the roses in ,may2 ,and my prayers1 like a perfume from censers1 ,ascendeth to ,god1 night and day4 ,in the hush of the ,valley of ,silence1 ,i dream all the songs that ,i sing2 ,and the music floats down the dim ,valley1 ,till each finds a word for a wing1 ,that to men1 like the ,dove of the ,deluge1 ,a message of ,peace they may bring4 ,but far on the deep there are billows ,that never shall break on the beach2 ,and ,i have heard songs in the ,silence ,that never shall float into speech2 ,and ,i have had dreams in the ,valley ,too lofty for language to reach4 ,and ,i have seen ,thoughts in the ,valley-- ,ah1 me6 how my spirit was stirred6 ,and they wear holy veils on their faces1 ,their footsteps can scarcely be heard2 ,they pass through the ,valley1 like virgins ,too pure for the touch of a word6 ,do you ask me the place of the ,valley1 ,ye hearts that are harrowed by ,care8 ,it lieth afar1 between mountains1 ,and ,god and ,his angels are there2 ,and one is the dark mount of ,sorrow1 ,and one the bright mountain of ,prayer4 ,,mary1 ,,virgin ,,and ,,mother ,,by ,e4 ,,seton ,oh1 ,virgin ,joy of all the world art thou1 ,in whose white1 fragrant steps the countless throng ,on souls elect doth follow ,god with song3 ,creation's ,queen1 whose bright and holy brow ,the multitude of ,saints1 like stars1 endow ,with changeful splendors1 flashing far and strong3 ,the ,maid unshadow'd by the primal wrong3 ,god's ,lily1 chosen in ,his shrine to bow4 ,all these thy glories are1 and still a grace ,more high1 more dread1 and yet more sweet and fair1 ,doth bind thy royal brows1 ,o ,mary blest4 ,god called thee ,mother2 yea1 ,his sacred face ,the tender likeness of thine own doth wear4 ,and thou art ours--we trust ,him for the rest4 ,,the ,,wind ,,on ,,the ,,hills ,,by ,,dora ,,sigerson ,go not to the hills of ,erin ,when the night winds are about2 ,put up your bar and shutter1 ,and so keep the danger out4 ,for the good-folk whirl within it1 ,and they pull by the hand1 ,and they push you by the shoulder1 ,till you move to their command4 ,and lo6 you have forgotten ,what you have known of tears1 ,and you will not remember ,that the world goes full of years2 ,a year there is a lifetime1 ,and a second but a day2 ,and an older world will greet you ,each morn you come away4 ,your wife grows old with weeping1 ,and your children one by one ,grow grey with nights of watching1 ,before your dance is done4 ,and it will chance some morning ,you will come home no more2 ,your wife sees but a withered leaf ,in the wind about the door4 ,and your children will inherit ,the unrest of the wind2 ,they shall seek some face elusive1 ,and some land they never find4 ,when the wind is loud1 they sighing ,go with hearts unsatisfied1 ,for some joy beyond remembrance1 ,for some memory denied4 ,and all your children's children1 ,they cannot sleep or rest1 ,when the wind is out in ,erin ,and the sun is in the ,west4 ,,believe ,,and ,,take ,,heart ,,by ,,john ,,lancaster ,,spalding ,what can console for a dead world8 ,we tread on dust which once was life2 ,to nothingness all things are hurled3 ,what meaning in a hopeless strife8 ,time's awful storm ,breaks but the form4 ,whatever comes1 whatever goes1 ,still throbs the heart whereby we live2 ,the primal joys still lighten woes1 ,and time which steals doth also give4 ,fear not1 be brave3 ,god can thee save4 ,the essential truth of life remains1 ,its goodness and its beauty too1 ,pure love's unutterable gains1 ,and hope which trills us through and through3 ,god has not fled1 ,souls are not dead4 ,not in most ancient ,palestine1 ,nor in the lightsome air of ,greece1 ,were human struggles more divine1 ,more blessed with guerdon of increase3 ,take thou thy stand ,in the workers' band4 ,hast then no faith8 ,thine is the fault3-- ,what prophets1 heroes1 sages1 saints1 ,have loved1 on thee still makes assault1 ,thee with immortal things acquaints4 ,on life then seize3 ,doubt is disease4 ,,ave ,,maria ,,bells ,,by ,,charles ,,warren ,,stoddard ,at dawn1 the joyful choir of bells1 ,in consecrated citadels1 ,flings on the sweet and drowsy air ,a brief1 melodious call to prayer2 ,for ,mary1 ,virgin meek and lowly1 ,conceived of the ,spirit ,holy1 ,as the ,lord's angel did declare4 ,at noon1 above the fretful street1 ,our souls are lifted to repeat ,the prayer1 with low and wistful voice3 8,according to thy word and choice1 ,though sorrowful and heavy laden1 ,so be it done to thy ,handmaiden02 ,then all the sacred bells rejoice4 ,at eve with roses in the west1 ,the daylight's withering bequest1 ,ring1 prayerful bells1 while blossom bright ,the stars1 the lilies of the night3 ,of all the songs the years have sung us1 8,the ,word made ,flesh had dwelt among us10 ,is still our ever-new delight4 ,,stigmata ,,by ,,charles ,,warren ,,stoddard ,in the wrath of the lips that assail us1 ,in the scorn of the lips that are dumb1 ,the symbols of sorrow avail us1 ,the joy of the people is come4 ,they parted ,thy garments for barter1 ,they follow ,thy steps with complaint2 ,let them know that the pyre of the martyr ,but purges the blood of the saint6 ,they have crucified ,thee for a token1 ,for a token ,thy flesh crucified ,shall bleed in a heart that is broken ,for love of the wound in ,thy side2 ,in pity for palms that were pleading1 ,for feet that were grievously used1 ,there is blood on the brow that is bleeding ,and torn1 as ,thy brow that was bruised6 ,by ,thee have we life1 breath1 and being2 ,thou hast knowledge of us and our kind2 ,thou hast pleasure of eyes that are seeing1 ,and sorrow of eyes that are blind2 ,by the seal of the mystery shown us-- ,the wound that with ,thy wounds accord-- ,o ,lord1 have mercy upon us6 ,have mercy upon us1 ,o ,lord6 ,,the ,,bells ,,of ,,san ,,gabriel ,,by ,,charles ,,warren ,,stoddard 7,the ,mission of ,san ,gabriel ,archangel1 near ,los ,angeles1 founded in #agga1 was1 for a time1 the most flourishing mission in ,california7 ,thine was the corn and the wine1 ,the blood of the grape that nourished2 ,the blossom and fruit of the vine ,that was heralded far away4 ,when the wine and fig-tree flourished1 ,the promise of peace and of glad increase ,forever and ever and aye4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,answer me1 ,o1 ,i pray6 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,oil of the olive was thine2 ,flood of the wine-press flowing1 ,blood of the ,christ was the wine-- ,blood of the ,lamb that was slain4 ,thy gifts were fat of the kine ,forever coming and going ,far over the hills1 the thousand hills-- ,their lowing a soft refrain4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,answer me once again6 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,seed of the corn was thine-- ,body of ,him thus broken ,and mingled with blood of the vine-- ,the bread and the wine of life4 ,out of the good sunshine ,they were given to thee as a token-- ,the body of ,him1 and the blood of ,him1 ,when the gifts of ,god were rife4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,after the weary strife8 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel the ,archangel4 ,where are they now1 ,o bells8 ,where are the fruits of the ,mission8 ,garnered1 where no one dwells1 ,shepherd and flock are fled4 ,o'er the ,lord's vineyard swells ,the tide that with fell perdition ,sounded their doom and fashioned their tomb ,and buried them with the dead4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now8 ,the answer is still unsaid4 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,where are they now1 ,o tower6 ,the locusts and wild honey8 ,where is the sacred dower ,that the bride of ,christ was given8 ,gone to the wielders of power1 ,the misers and minters of money2 ,gone for the greed that is their creed-- ,and these in the land have thriven4 ,what then wert thou1 and what art now1 ,and wherefore hast thou striven8 ,and every note of every bell ,sang ,gabriel6 rang ,gabriel6 ,in the tower that is left the tale to tell ,of ,gabriel1 the ,archangel4 ,,the ,,poor ,,by ,,speer ,,strahan1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,the poor ,i saw at the cloister gate ,mutely beg with their patient eyes ,an alms1 for the love of ,him who sate ,and supped with the poor in human guise4 ,and there were monks saw the nails' deep scars ,in the shrunken hands that reached for bread1 ,who heard a ,voice from beyond the stars ,in the broken thanks of them they fed4 ,i1 too1 at the gates of ,god each day ,seek for an alms of strength and grace1 ,beggar am ,i that wait and pray ,to feast my soul on ,his beauteous ,face4 ,,the ,,promised ,,country ,,by ,,speer ,,strahan1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,fair must that promised country be ,whose streams rise from eternity ,and ,one doth lead upon that way ,whose footfalls are the paths of day4 ,nor lurking fear pursues them there1 ,as forward in the morning air ,with ,him the blessed ransomed go1 ,their garments washen white as snow4 ,alas6 my days are very dim ,that look up to the ,seraphim4 ,ah1 ,lord1 some dawning may ,i be ,one of that shining company6 ,,holy ,,communion ,,by ,,speer ,,strahan1 ,c4,s4,c4 ,disguised ,he stands without in the street2 ,far come is ,he on heavy feet4 ,o heart of mine1 open thy gate2 ,for darkness falls1 and it is late6 ,lord of the heaven's fairest height1 ,homeless in the traveler's night1 ,begging my hearth1 my board1 my cup1 ,that ,i1 not ,he1 may richly sup4 ,o soul of mine1 the board begin1 ,and let this wondrous ,beggar in6 ,,stars ,,of ,,cheer ,,by ,,caroline ,d4 ,,swan ,the silent ,christmas stars shine cool and clear ,above a world of mingled joy and woe2 ,on peaceful cottage homes1 with thanks aglow ,for royal bounty of the grape-crowned year2 ,and on red fields of blood1 where many a tear ,is wiped away by ,death1 a gentle foe1 ,more merciful than they who bade it flow4 ,shine1 silver stars1 rain down your blessed cheer6 ,comfort the mourner with your ,angel song6 ,the ,christ-,child reigns4 ,behold ,his tiny hand ,upraised in benediction warm and sweet6 ,o'er every joy and every bitter wrong ,the ,babe of ,bethlehem hath supreme command2 ,come1 worship1 kings and peoples1 at ,his feet6 ,,christ ,,and ,,the ,,pagan ,,by ,,john ,b4 ,,tabb ,i had no ,god but these1 ,the sacerdotal ,trees1 ,and they uplifted me4 8,i hung upon a tree40 ,the sun and moon ,i saw1 ,and reverential awe ,subdued me day and night4 8,i am the perfect light40 ,within a lifeless ,stone-- ,all other gods unknown-- ,i sought ,divinity4 8,the ,corner-,stone am ,i40 ,for sacrificial feast ,i slaughtered man and beast1 ,red recompense to gain4 8,so ,i1 a ,lamb1 was slain4 ,yea2 such ,my hungering ,grace ,that where ev'r ,my face ,is hidden1 none may grope ,beyond eternal ,hope40 ,,out ,,of ,,bounds ,,by ,,john ,b4 ,,tabb ,a little ,boy of heavenly birth1 ,but far from home to-day1 ,comes down to find ,his ball1 the ,earth1 ,that ,sin has cast away4 ,o comrades1 let us one and all ,join in to get ,him back ,his ball6 ,,father ,,damien ,,by ,,john ,b4 ,,tabb ,o ,god1 the cleanest offering ,of tainted earth below1 ,unblushing to ,thy feet we bring-- 8,a leper white as snow60 ,,recognition ,,by ,,john ,b4 ,,tabb ,when ,christ went up to ,calvary1 ,his crown upon ,his head1 ,each tree unto its fellow-tree ,in awful silence said3 8,behold the ,gardener is ,he ,of ,eden and ,gethsemane60 8,,is ,,thy ,,servant ,a ,,dog80 ,,by ,,john ,b4 ,,tabb ,so must he be1 who in the crowded street1 ,where shameless ,sin and flaunting ,pleasure meet1 ,amid the noisome footprints finds the sweet ,faint vestige of ,thy feet4 ,,lilium ,,regis ,,by ,,francis ,,thompson ,o ,lily of the ,king1 low lies thy silver wing1 ,and long has been the hour of thine unqueening2 ,and thy scent of ,paradise on the night-wind spends its sighs1 ,nor any take the secrets of its meaning4 ,o ,lily of the ,king1 ,i speak a heavy thing1 ,o patience1 most sorrowful of daughters6 ,lo1 the hour is at hand for the troubling of the land1 ,and red shall be the breaking of the waters4 ,sit fast upon thy stalk1 when the blast shall with thee talk1 ,with the mercies of the ,king for thine awning1 ,and the ,just understand that thine hour is at hand1 ,thine hour at hand with power in the dawning4 ,when the nations lie in blood1 and their kings a broken brood1 ,look up1 ,o most sorrowful of daughters6 ,lift up thy head and hark what sounds are in the dark1 ,for ,his feet are coming to thee on the waters4 ,o ,lily of the ,king1 ,i shall not see that sing1 ,i shall not see the hour of thy queening6 ,but my ,song shall see1 and wake like a flower that dawn-winds shake1 ,and sigh with joy the odours of its meaning4 ,o ,lily of the ,king1 remember then the thing ,that this dead mouth sang2 and thy daughters1 ,as they dance before ,his way2 sing there on the ,day ,what ,i sang when night was on the waters6 ,,to ,,the ,,english ,,martyrs ,,by ,,francis ,,thompson ,rain1 rain on ,tyburn tree1 ,red rain a-falling2 ,dew1 dew on ,tyburn tree1 ,red dew on ,tyburn tree1 ,and the swart bird a-calling4 ,the shadow lies on ,england now ,of the deathly-fruited bough3 ,cold and black with malison ,lies between the land and sun2 ,putting out the sun1 the bough ,shades ,england now6 ,the troubled heavens so wan with care1 ,and burdened with the earth's despair ,shiver a-cold2 the starved heaven ,has want1 with wanting men bereaven4 ,blest fruit of the unblest bough1 ,aid the land that smote you1 now6 ,that feels the sentence and the curse ,ye died if so ye might reverse4 ,when ,god was stolen from out man's mouth1 ,stolen was the bread2 then hunger and drouth ,went to and fro2 began the wail1 ,struck root the poor-house and the jail1 ,ere cut the dykes1 let through that flood1 ,ye writ the protest with your blood2 ,against this night--wherein our breath ,withers1 and the toiled heart perisheth1-- ,entered the caveat of your death4 ,christ in the form of ,his true ,bride1 ,again hung pierced and crucified1 ,and groaned1 8,i thirst60 ,not still ye stood1-- ,ye had your hearts1 ye had your blood2 ,and pouring out the eager cup1-- 8,the wine is weak1 yet1 ,lord ,christ1 sup40 ,ah1 blest6 who bathed the parched ,vine ,with richer than ,his ,cana-wine1 ,and heard1 your most sharp supper past3 8,ye kept the best wine to the last60 ,ah1 happy who ,that sequestered secret knew1 ,how sweeter than bee-haunted dells ,the blosmy blood of martyrs smells6 ,who did upon the scaffold's bed1 ,the ceremonial steel between you1 wed ,with ,god's grave proxy1 high and reverend ,death2 ,or felt about your neck1 sweetly1 7,while the dull horde ,saw but the unrelenting cord7 ,the ,bridegroom's arm1 and that long kiss ,that kissed away your breath1 and claimed you ,his4 ,you did1 with thrift of holy gain1 ,unvenoming the sting of pain1 ,hive its sharp heather-honey4 ,ye ,had sentience of the mystery ,to make ,abaddon's hooked wings ,buoy you up to starry things2 ,pain of heart1 and pain of sense1 ,pain the scourge1 ye taught to cleanse2 ,pain the loss became possessing2 ,pain the curse was pain the blessing4 ,chains1 rack1 hunger1 solitude1--these1 ,which did your soul from earth release1 ,left it free to rush upon ,and merge in its compulsive ,sun4 ,desolated1 bruised1 forsaken1 ,nothing taking1 all things taken1 ,lacerated and tormented1 ,the stifled soul1 in naught contented1 ,on all hands straitened1 cribbed1 denied1 ,can but fetch breath o' the ,godward side4 ,oh1 to me1 give but to me ,that flower of felicity1 ,which on your topmost spirit ware ,the difficult and snowy air ,of high refusal6 and the heat ,of central love which fed with sweet ,and holy fire i' the frozen sod ,roots that ta'en hold on ,god4 ,unwithering youth in you renewed ,those rosy waters of your blood1-- ,the true ,fons ,juventutis2 ye ,pass with conquest that ,red ,sea1 ,and stretch out your victorious hand ,over the ,fair and ,holy ,land4 ,o by the ,church's pondering art ,late set and named upon the chart ,of her divine astronomy1 ,through your influence from on high ,long shed unnoted6 ,bright ,new cluster in our ,northern night1 ,cleanse from its pain and undelight ,an impotent and tarnished hymn1 ,whose marish exhalations dim ,splendours they would transfuse6 ,and thou ,kindle the words which blot thee now1 ,over whose sacred corse unhearsed ,europe veiled her face1 and cursed ,the regal mantle grained in gore ,of genius1 freedom1 faith1 and ,more6 ,ah1 happy ,fool of ,christ1 unawed ,by familiar sanctities1 ,you served your ,lord at holy ease6 ,dear ,jester in the ,courts of ,god---- ,in whose spirit1 enchanting yet1 ,wisdom and love together met1 ,laughed on each other for content6 ,that an inward merriment1 ,an inviolate soul of pleasure1 ,to your motions taught a measure ,all your days2 which tyrant king1 ,nor bonds1 nor any bitter thing1 ,could embitter or perturb2 ,no daughter's tears1 nor1 more acerb1 ,a daughter's frail declension from ,thy serene example1 come ,between thee and thy much content4 ,nor could the last sharp argument ,turn thee from thy sweetest folly2 ,to the keen accolade and holy ,thou didst bend low a sprightly knee1 ,and jest ,death out of gravity ,as a too sad-visaged friend2 ,so1 jocund passing to the end ,of thy laughing martyrdom2 ,and now from travel art gone home ,where1 since gain of thee was given1 ,surely there is more mirth in heaven6 ,thus1 in ,fisher and in thee1 ,arose the purple dynasty1 ,the anointed ,kings of ,tyburn tree2 ,high in act and word each one3 ,he that spake--and to the sun ,pointed--8,i shall shortly be ,above yon fellow10 ,he too1 he ,no less high of speech and brave1 ,whose word was3 8,though ,i shall have ,sharp dinner1 yet ,i trust in ,christ ,to have a most sweet supper40 ,priced ,much by men that utterance was ,of the doomed ,leonidas1-- ,not more exalt than these1 which note ,men who thought as ,shakespeare wrote4 ,but more lofty eloquence ,than is writ by poet's pens ,lives in your great deaths3 ,o these ,have more fire than poesies6 ,and more ardent than all ode1 ,the pomps and raptures of your blood6 ,by that blood ye hold in fee ,this earth of ,england2 ,kings are ye3 ,and ye have armies--,want1 and ,cold1 ,and heavy ,judgments manifold ,hung in the unhappy air1 and ,sins ,that the sick gorge to heave begins1 ,agonies and ,martyrdoms1 ,love1 ,hope1 ,desire1 and all that comes ,from the unwatered soul of man ,gaping on ,god4 ,these are the van ,of conquest1 these obey you2 these1 ,and all the strengths of weaknesses1 ,that brazen walls disbed4 ,your hand1 ,princes1 put forth to the command1 ,and levy upon the guilty land ,your saving wars2 on it go down1 ,black beneath ,god's and heaven's frown2 ,your prevalent approaches make ,with unsustainable grace1 and take ,captive the land that captived you2 ,to ,christ enslave ye and subdue ,her so bragged freedom3 for the crime ,she wrought on you in antique time1 ,parcel the land among you2 reign1 ,viceroys to your sweet ,suzerain6 ,till she shall know ,this lesson in her overthrow3 ,hardest servitude has he ,that's jailed in arrogant liberty2 ,and freedom1 spacious and unflawed1 ,who is walled about with ,god4 ,,the ,,hound ,,of ,,heaven ,,by ,,francis ,,thompson ,i fled ,him1 down the nights and down the days2 ,i fled ,him down the arches of the years2 ,i fled ,him down the labrinthine ways ,of my own mind2 and in the midst of tears ,i hid from ,him1 and under running laughter4 ,up vistaed hopes ,i sped2 ,and shot1 precipitated1 ,adown ,titanic glooms of chasmed fears1 ,from those strong ,feet that followed1 followed after4 ,but with unhurrying chase1 ,and unperturbed pace1 ,deliberate speed1 majestic instancy1 ,they beat--and a ,voice beat ,more instant than the ,feet-- 8,all things betray thee1 who betrayest ,me40 ,i pleaded1 outlaw-wise1 ,by many a hearted casement1 curtained red1 ,trellised with intertwining charities2 7,for1 though ,i knew ,his love ,who followed1 ,yet was ,i sore adread ,lest1 having ,him1 ,i must have naught beside72 ,but1 if one little casement parted wide4 ,the gust of ,his approach would clash it to4 ,fear wist not to evade1 as ,love wist to pursue4 ,across the margent of the world ,i fled1 ,and troubled the gold gateway of the stars1 ,smiting for shelter on their clanged bars2 ,fretted to dulcet jars ,and silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon4 ,i said to dawn1 ,be sudden2 to eve1 ,be soon2 ,with thy young skiey blossoms heap me over ,from his tremendous ,lover6 ,float thy vague veil about me1 lest ,he see6 ,i tempted all ,his servitors1 but to find ,my own betrayal in their constancy1 ,in faith to ,him their fickleness to me1 ,their traitorous trueness1 and their loyal deceit4 ,to all swift things for swiftness did ,i sue2 ,clung to the whistling mane of every wind4 ,but whether they swept1 smoothly fleet1 ,the long savannahs of the blue2 ,or whether1 ,thunder-driven1 ,they clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven ,plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet3-- ,fear wist not to evade as ,love wist to pursue4 ,still with unhurrying chase1 ,and unperturbed pace1 ,deliberate speed1 majestic instancy1 ,came on the following ,feet1 ,and a ,voice above their beat-- 8,naught shelters thee1 who wilt not shelter ,me40 ,i sought no more that after which ,i strayed ,in face of man or maid2 ,but still within the little children's eyes ,seems something1 something that replies2 ,they at least are for me1 surely for me6 ,i turned me to them very wistfully2 ,but1 just as their young eyes grew sudden fair ,with dawning answers there1 ,their angel plucked them from me by the hair4 8,come then1 ye other children1 ,nature's--share ,with me0 7said ,i7 8your delicate fellowship2 ,let me greet you lip to lip1 ,let me twine with you caresses1 ,wantoning ,with our ,lady-,mother's vagrant tresses1 ,banqueting ,with her in her wind-walled palace1 ,underneath her azured dais1 ,quaffing1 as your taintless way is1 ,from a chalice ,lucent-weeping out of the day spring40 ,so it was done3 ,i in their delicate fellowship was one-- ,drew the bolt of ,nature's secrecies4 ,i knew all the swift importings ,on the wilful face of skies2 ,i knew how the clouds arise ,spumed of the wild sea-snortings2 ,all that's born or dies ,rose and drooped with--made them shapers ,of mine own moods1 or wailful or divine-- ,with them joyed and was bereaven4 ,i was heavy with the even1 ,when she lit her glimmering tapers ,round the day's dead sanctities4 ,i laughed in the morning's eyes4 ,i triumphed and ,i saddened with all weather1 ,heaven and ,i wept together1 ,and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine2 ,against the red throb of its sunset-heart ,i laid my own to beat1 ,and share commingling heat2 ,but not by that1 by that1 was eased my human smart4 ,in vain my tears were wet on ,heaven's grey cheek4 ,for ah1 we know not what each other says ,these things and ,i2 in sound ,i speak-- ,their sound is but their stir1 they speak by silences4 ,nature1 poor stepdame1 cannot slake my drought2 ,let her1 if she would owe me1 ,drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky1 and show me ,the breasts of her tenderness3 ,never did any milk of hers once bless ,my thirsting mouth4 ,nigh and nigh draws the chase1 ,with unperturbed pace1 ,deliberate speed1 majestic instancy2 ,and past those noised fleet-- ,a ,voice comes yet more fleet-- 8,lo6 naught contents thee who content'st not ,me40 ,naked ,i wait ,thy love's uplifted stroke6 ,my harness piece by piece ,thou hast hewn from me1 ,i am defenceless utterly4 ,i slept1 methinks1 and woke1 ,and1 slowly gazing1 find me stripped in sleep4 ,in the rash lustihead of my young powers1 ,i shook the pillaring hours ,and pulled my life upon me2 grimed with smears1 ,i stand amid the dust o' the mounded years-- ,my mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap4 ,my days have crackled and gone up in smoke1 ,have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream4 ,yea1 faileth now even dream ,the dreamer1 and the lute the lutanist2 ,even the linked fantasies1 in whose blossomy twist ,i swung the earth a trinket at my wrist1 ,are yielding2 cords of all too weak account ,for earth with heavy griefs so overplussed4 ,ah6 is ,thy love indeed ,a weed1 albeit an amaranthine weed1 ,suffering no flowers except its own to mount8 ,ah6 must-- ,designer infinite6-- ,ah6 must ,thou char the wood ere ,thou canst limn with it8 ,my freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust2 ,and now my heart is as a broken fount1 ,wherein tear-drippings stagnate1 spilt down ever ,from the dank thoughts that shiver ,upon the sighful branches of my mind4 ,such is2 what is to be8 ,the pulp so bitter1 how shall taste the rind8 ,i dimly guess what ,time in mists confounds2 ,yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds ,from the hid battlements of ,eternity2 ,those shaken mists a space unsettle1 then ,round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again4 ,but not ere him who summoneth ,i first have seen enwound ,with glooming robes purpureal1 cypress-crowned2 ,his name ,i know1 and what his trumpet saith4 ,whether man's heart or life it be which yields ,thee harvest1 must ,thy harvest fields ,be dunged with rotten death8 ,now of that long pursuit ,comes on at hand the bruit2 ,that ,voice is round me like a bursting sea3 8,and is thy earth so marred1 ,shattered in shard on shard8 ,lo6 all things fly thee1 for thou fliest ,me6 ,strange1 piteous1 futile thing1 ,wherefore should any set thee love apart8 ,seeing none but ,i makes much of naught0 7,he said7 8,and human love needs human meriting3 ,how hast thou merited-- ,of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot8 ,alack1 thou knowest not ,how little worthy of any love thou art6 ,whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee ,save ,me1 save only ,me8 ,all which ,i took from thee ,i did but take1 ,not for thy harms1 ,but just that thou might'st seek it in ,my arms4 ,all which thy child's mistake ,fancies as lost1 ,i have stored for thee at home3 ,rise1 clasp ,my hand1 and come60 ,halts by me that footfall3 ,is my gloom1 after all1 ,shade of ,his hand1 outstretched caressingly8 8,ah1 fondest1 blindest1 weakest1 ,i am ,he ,whom thou seekest6 ,thou dravest love from thee1 who dravest ,me40 ,,the ,,dread ,,of ,,height ,,by ,,francis ,,thompson 8,if ye were blind1 ye should have no sin3 but now ye say2 ,we see3 your sin remaineth40--,john ix4 #da ,not the ,circean wine ,most perilous is for pain3 ,grapes of the heaven's star-loaden vine1 ,whereto the lofty-placed ,thoughts of fair souls attain1 ,tempt with a more retributive delight1 ,and do disrelish all life's sober taste4 ',tis to have drunk too well ,the drink that is divine1 ,maketh the kind earth waste1 ,and breath intolerable4 ,ah1 me6 ,how shall my mouth content it with mortality8 ,lo1 secret music1 sweetest music1 ,from distances of distance drifting its lone flight1 ,down the arcane where ,night would perish in night1 ,like a god's loosened locks slips undulously3 ,music that is too grievous of the height ,for safe and low delight1 ,too infinite ,for bounded hearts which yet would girth the sea6 ,so let it be1 ,though sweet be great1 and though my heart be small3 ,so let it be1 ,o music1 music1 though you wake in me ,no joy1 no joy at all2 ,although you only wake ,uttermost sadness1 measure of delight1 ,which else ,i could not credit to the height1 ,did ,i not know1 ,did ,i not know1 ,that ill is statured to its opposite2 ,and even of sadness so1 ,of utter sadness1 make ,of extreme sad a rod to mete ,the incredible excess of unsensed sweet1 ,and mystic wall of strange felicity4 ,so let it be1 ,though sweet be great1 and though my heart be small1 ,and bitter meat ,the food of ,gods for men to eat2 ,yea1 ,john ate daintier1 and did tread ,less ways of heat1 ,than whom to their wind-carpeted ,high banquet hall1 ,and golden love-feasts1 the fair stars entreat4 ,but ah6 withal1 ,some hold1 some stay1 ,o difficult joy1 ,i pray1 ,some arms of thine1 ,not only1 only arms of mine6 ,lest like a weary girl ,i fall ,from clasping love so high1 ,and lacking thus thine arms1 then may ,most hapless ,i ,turn utterly to love of basest rate2 ,for low they fall whose fall is from the sky4 ,yea1 who me shall secure ,but ,i1 of height grown desperate1 ,surcease my wing1 and my lost fate ,be dashed from pure ,to broken writhings in the shameful slime3 ,lower than man1 for ,i dreamed higher1 ,thrust down1 by how much ,i aspire1 ,and damned with drink of immortality8 ,for such things be1 ,yea1 and the lowest reach of reeky ,hell ,is but made possible ,by foreta'en breath of ,heaven's austerest clime4 ,these tidings from the vast to bring ,needeth not doctor nor divine1 ,too well1 too well ,my flesh doth know the heart-perturbing thing2 ,that dread theology alone ,is mine1 ,most native and my own2 ,and ever with victorious toil ,when ,i have made ,of the delfic peaks dim escalade1 ,my soul with anguish and recoil ,doth like a city in an earthquake rock1 ,as at my feet the abyss is cloven then1 ,with deeper menace than for other men1 ,of my potential cousinship with mire2 ,that all my conquered skies do grow a hollow mock1 ,my fearful powers retire1 ,no longer strong1 ,reversing the shook banners of their song4 ,ah1 for a heart less native to high ,heaven1 ,a hooded eye1 for jesses and restraint1 ,or for a will accipitrine to pursue6-- ,the veil of tutelar flesh to simple livers given1 ,or those brave-fledging fervours of the ,saint1 ,whose heavenly falcon-craft doth never taint1 ,nor they in sickest time their ample virtue mew4 ,,to ,,my ,,godchild--,,francis ,m4 ,w4 ,m4 ,,by ,,francis ,,thompson ,this labouring1 vast1 ,tellurian galleon1 ,riding at anchor off the orient sun1 ,had broken its cable1 and stood out to space ,down some froze ,arctic of the aerial ways3 ,and now1 back warping from the inclement main1 ,its vapourous shroudage drenched with icy rain1 ,it swung into its azure roads again2 ,when1 floated on the prosperous sun-gale1 you ,lit1 a white halcyon auspice1 'mid our frozen crew4 ,to the ,sun1 stranger1 surely you belong1 ,giver of golden days and golden song2 ,nor is it by an all-unhappy plan ,you bear the name of me1 his constant ,magian4 ,yet1 ah6 from any other that it came1 ,lest fated to my fate you be1 as to my name4 ,when at the first those tidings did they bring1 ,my heart turned troubled at the ominous thing3 ,though well may such a title him endower1 ,for when a poet's prayer implores a poet's power4 ,the ,assisian1 who kept plighted faith to three1 ,to ,song1 to ,sanctitude1 and ,poverty1 7,in two alone of whom most singers prove ,a fatal faithfulness of during love672 ,he the sweet ,sales1 of whom we scarcely ken ,how ,god he could love more1 he so loved men2 ,the crown and crowned of ,laura and ,italy2 ,and ,fletcher's fellow--from these1 and not from me1 ,take you your name1 and take your legacy6 ,or1 if a right successive you declare ,when worms1 for ivies1 intertwine my hair1 ,take but this ,poesy that now followeth ,my clayey best with sullen servile breath1 ,made then your happy freedman by testating death4 ,my song ,i do but hold for you in trust1 ,i ask you but to blossom from my dust4 ,when you have compassed all weak ,i began1 ,diviner poet1 and ah6 diviner man-- ,the man at feud with the perduring child ,in you before song's altar nobly reconciled-- ,from the wise heavens ,i half shall smile to see ,how little a world1 which owned you1 needed me4 ,if1 while you keep the vigils of the night1 ,for your wild tears make darkness all too bright1 ,some lone orb through your lonely window peeps1 ,as it played lover over your sweet sleeps1 ,think it a golden crevice in the sky1 ,which ,i have pierced but to behold you by6 ,and when1 immortal mortal1 droops your head1 ,and you1 the child of deathless song1 are dead2 ,then1 as you search with unaccustomed glance ,the ranks of ,paradise for my countenance1 ,turn not your tread along the ,uranian sod ,among the bearded counsellors of ,god2 ,for1 if in ,eden as on earth are we1 ,i sure shall keep a younger company3 ,pass where beneath their ranged gonfalons ,the starry cohorts shake their shielded suns1 ,the dreadful mass of their enridged spears3 ,pass where majestical the eternal peers1 ,the stately choice of the great ,saintdom1 meet-- ,a silvern segregation1 globed complete ,in sandalled shadow of the ,triune feet2 ,pass by where wait1 young poet-wayfarer1 ,your cousined clusters1 emulous to share ,with you the roseal lightnings burning 'mid their hair2 ,pass the crystalline sea1 the ,lampads seven3-- ,look for me in the nurseries of ,heaven4 ,,michael ,,the ,,archangel ,,by ,,katherine ,,tynan ,not woman-faced and sweet1 as look ,the angels in the picture-book2 ,but terrible in majesty1 ,more than an army passing by4 ,his hair floats not upon the wind ,like theirs1 but curled and closely twined2 ,wrought with his aureole1 so that none ,shall know the gold curls from the crown4 ,his wings he hath put away in steel1 ,he goes mail-clad from head to heel2 ,never moon-silver hath outshone ,his breastplate and his morion4 ,his brows are like a battlement1 ,beautiful1 brave and innocent2 ,his eyes with fires of battle burn-- ,on his strong mouth the smile is stern4 ,his horse1 the horse of ,heaven1 goes forth1 ,bearing him off to ,south and ,north1 ,neighing far off1 as one that sees ,the battle over distances4 ,his fiery sword is never at rest1 ,his foot is in the stirrup prest2 ,through all the world where wrong is done ,michael the ,soldier rideth on4 ,michael1 ,commander6 ,angels are ,that sound the trumpet and that bear ,the banners by the ,throne1 where is ,the ,king one nameth on his knees4 ,angels there are of peace and prayers1 ,and they that go with wayfarers1 ,and they that watch the house of birth1 ,and they that bring the dead from earth4 ,and mine own ,angel4 ,yet ,i see1 ,heading ,god's army gloriously1 ,michael ,archangel1 like a sun1 ,splendid beyond comparison6 ,,planting ,,bulbs ,,by ,,katherine ,,tynan ,setting my bulbs a-row ,in cold earth under the grasses1 ,till the frost and the snow ,are gone and the ,winter passes-- ,sudden a footfall light1 ,sudden a bird-call ringing2 ,and these in gold and in white ,shall rise with a sound of winging4 ,airy and delicate all1 ,all go trooping and dancing ,at ,spring's call and footfall1 ,airily dancing1 advancing4 ,in the dark of the year1 ,turning the earth so chilly1 ,i look to the day of cheer1 ,primrose and daffodilly4 ,turning the sods and the clay ,i think on the poor sad people ,hiding their dead away ,in the churchyard1 under the steeple4 ,all poor women and men1 ,broken-hearted and weeping1 ,their dead they call on in vain1 ,quietly smiling and sleeping4 ,friends1 now listen and hear1 ,give over crying and grieving1 ,there shall come a day and a year ,when the dead shall be as the living4 ,there shall come a call1 a footfall1 ,and the golden trumpeters blowing ,shall stir the dead with their call1 ,bid them be rising and going4 ,then in the daffodil weather ,lover shall run to lover2 ,friends all trooping together2 ,death and ,winter be over4 ,laying my bulbs in the dark1 ,visions have ,i of hereafter4 ,lip to lip1 breast to breast1 hark6 ,no more weeping1 but laughter6 ,,sheep ,,and ,,lambs ,,by ,,katherine ,,tynan ,all in the ,april evening1 ,april airs were abroad2 ,the sheep with their little lambs ,passed me by on the road4 ,the sheep with their little lambs ,passed me by on the road2 ,all in the ,april evening ,i thought on the ,lamb of ,god4 ,the lambs were weary1 and crying ,with a weak1 human cry4 ,i thought on the ,lamb of ,god ,going meekly to die4 ,up in the blue1 blue mountains ,dewy pastures are sweet2 ,rest for the little bodies1 ,rest for the little feet4 ,but for the ,lamb of ,god ,up on a hilltop green ,only a cross of shame ,two stark crosses between4 ,all in the ,april evening1 ,april airs were abroad2 ,i saw the sheep with their lambs1 ,and thought on the ,lamb of ,god4 ,,the ,,making ,,of ,,birds ,,by ,,katherine ,,tynan ,god made ,him birds in a pleasant humour2 ,tired of planets and suns was ,he4 ,he said3 8,i will add a glory to summer1 ,gifts for my creatures banished from ,me60 ,he had a thought and it set ,him smiling ,of the shape of a bird and its glancing head1 ,its dainty air and its grace beguiling3 8,i will make feathers10 the ,lord ,god said4 ,he made the robin2 ,he made the swallow2 ,his deft hands moulding the shape to ,his mood1 ,the thrush and the lark and the finch to follow1 ,and laughed to see that ,his work was good4 ,he ,who has given men gift of laughter1 ,made in ,his image2 ,he fashioned fit ,the blink of the owl and the stork thereafter1 ,the little wren and the long-tailed tit4 ,he spent in the making ,his wit and fancies2 ,the wing-feathers ,he fashioned them strong2 ,deft and dear as daisies and pansies1 ,he crowned ,his work with the gift of song4 8,dearlings10 ,he said1 8make songs for my praises60 ,he tossed them loose to the sun and the wind1 ,airily sweet as pansies and daisies2 ,he taught them to build a nest to their mind4 ,the dear ,lord ,god of ,his glories weary-- ,christ our ,lord had the heart of a boy-- ,made ,him birds in a moment merry1 ,bade them soar and sing for ,his joy4 ,,the ,,man ,,of ,,the ,,house ,,by ,,katherine ,,tynan ,joseph1 honoured from sea to sea1 ,this is your name that pleases me1 8,man of the ,house40 ,i see you rise at the dawn and light ,the fire and blow till the flame is bright4 ,i see you take the pitcher and carry ,the deep well-water for ,jesus and ,mary4 ,you knead the corn for the bread so fine1 ,gather them grapes from the hanging vine4 ,there are little feet that are soft and slow1 ,follow you whithersoever you go4 ,there's a little face at your workshop door1 ,a little one sits down on your floor3 ,holds ,his hands for the shavings curled1 ,the soft little hands that have made the world4 ,mary calls you3 the meal is ready3 ,you swing the ,child to your shoulder steady4 ,i see your quiet smile as you sit ,and watch the little ,son thrive and eat4 ,the vine curls by the window space1 ,the wings of angels cover the face4 ,up in the rafters1 polished and olden1 ,there's a ,dove that broods and his wings are golden4 ,you who kept ,them through shine and storm1 ,a staff1 a shelter kindly and warm1 ,father of ,jesus1 husband of ,mary1 ,hold us your lilies for sanctuary6 ,joseph1 honoured from sea to sea1 ,guard me mine and my own roof-tree1 8,man of the ,house06 ,,coelo ,,et ,,in ,,terra ,,by ,,thomas ,,walsh ,earth is a jealous mother2 from her breast ,she will endure no separation long ,from aught she bore2 ,so one by one ,she claimeth evermore ,the parent and the friend-- ,the loveliest and the best1 ,the meek1 the faithful1 and the strong1-- ,till1 link by golden link undone1 ,the very tomb that seems ,to youth the dismal gulf of all that's fair1 ,becomes the chosen hearthstone of our dreams1 ,the wonder-house of all most rare1 ,most deathless1 and most dear2 ,where the bereaved heart1 ,life's exile held apart1 ,would turn for love-warmth and abiding cheer4 ,yea1--earth can be so kind1-- ,then ye that rule the wind1 ,are ye of less appeal8 ,ye spirits of the stars ,and regions where the suns ,themselves as atoms wheel ,beneath your thundering cars8 ,cerulean ones6-- ,or goddesses1 or saints1 ,or demiurge1 or ,trinities1 ,wherewith heaven highest faints6 ,are ye less kind than these ,dim vaults of clay1 ,ye boasts and fathers of the ancient day8 ,thou god ,avernian1 ,dis6--behold ,what timid form and old ,adown thy purple gulf descends ,unto the arch of ,death--7,grim friend of friends6 ,be thou placated67 ',tis a mother1 see1 ,takes her first step--a child--into eternity6 ,leave her not fearful there ,who was of love entire1 ,so gentle and so fair6-- ,thy majesty and dread withhold ,for the high head and bold1-- ,imperial ,death1 mock not thyself with ire6 ,nay1--then it was not fear ,that stayed her foot the while2 ,for now her lovely eyes1 ,unclouded1 brown1 ,are lighted with their greeting smile-- ,the ,hand awaited through the gloom ,is seen6--her whitened forehead lies ,upon the ,shepherd's shoulder down-- ,yea1--her own ,jesus comes1--to lead ,unto the meadows where is ,peace indeed6 ,,egidio ,,of ,,coimbra--#aeig ,a4,d4 ,,by ,,thomas ,,walsh ,the rumor came to ,frei ,egidio ,in cloistered ,santa ,cruz1 that out of ,spain ,king ,philips secret courier had fared ,with orders under seal suspending all ,the statutes of ,coimbra that controlled ,the contests for the prefessorial chairs1 ,and ordering the ,faculty to grant ,padre ,francisco ,suarez primacy ,among the masters theological4 ,and ,frei ,egidio1 whose ancient name ,fonseca was relinquished when at court ,it shone its brightest1 who had ceaseless toiled ,his score of years in cloister and in schools1 ,unravelling knotty texts1 disputing long ,with monk and doctor of the ,carmelites1 ,dominicans and ,trinitarians1 ,consulting with the students1 visiting1 ,fawning and banqueting--himself and all ,his faction in the ,university-- ,now in the iron mandate from ,madrid ,saw failure blight his hopes1 and ,santa ,cruz ,eclipsed1 through imposition unforeseen ,of ,suarez de ,toledo--only half ,a monk6--a fledgling doctor in the ,schools6-- ,and ,frei ,egidio unsleeping schemed ,to check the rising of this ,spanish star ,within ,coimbra1--and his henchmen went ,stealthy and sure to sow malignant seed ,to choke the ,hapsburg's new autocracy4 ,stately was ,frei ,egidio1 robust1 ,swarthy and smooth his cheek2 his raven locks ,piling about his tonsure in a crown4 ,dark flashed his eye whene'er he rose to cast ,his syllogistic spear across the lists1 ,where many a mighty crest ,minerva-crowned ,was forced to yield1 or learnt the rapier thrust ,of his distinguo and non-sequiter4 ,still more he shone when in procession moved ,the doctors1 masters1 and licentiates1 ,with tufted caps1 and rainbow gowns1 and stoles1 ,and ring1 and book across the steeps and squares1 ,while gallant youths pressed round on horse or foot ,holding his robe or stirrup through the town-- ,the ,catedratico da ,vespera4 ,but now this little shrivelled man sent out ,from ,salamanca1--,philip's paragon6-- ,to rule ,coimbra in theology6-- ,one of ,loyola's strange and restless band ,in the ,collegio de ,jesus1--reproach ,to every gorgeous doctor in the halls4 ',twas true he hid away within his house1 ,came seldom to the festival or ,acts1 ,nor oft asserted his high presidence ,o'er ,frei ,egidio--in craft or scorn1 ,it mattered not--for ,frei ,egidio ,would pluck him forth2 no signet of the ,king ,could serve him here2 the doctors of the ,schools ,should learn how he1 ,fonseca1 had been wronged4 ,with formal placards soon they smeared the walls ,of shrine and college1 telling day and hour ,and place1 where ,doutor ,frei ,egidio ,da ,presentacao1 of the ,eremites ,of ,sao ,agostinho1 titular ,da ,vespera1 would his conclusions hold 8,de ,voluntario et ,involuntario0 ,against all-comers1 and imprimis there1 ,the ,doutor ,padre ,suarez1 titular ,da ,prima of ,coimbra1 theologue ,of the ,collegia and ,compania ,de ,jesus4 ,from near and far they came1 ,and took their stated rank1 and filed ,into the ,hall of ,acts2 the ,chancellor ,and ,rector in their robes of silk1 and fur1 ,and velvet1 and great chains and seals of state2 ,the ,bishop1 and ,inquisitor1 and ,dean1 ,and ,chapter1 in their purple2 ,canonists ,in green2 and ,jurists in their scarlet gowns2 ,frei ,luiz of the ,chair of ,holy ,writ1 ,in black and white of the ,dominicans2 ,frei ,manoel of the ,chair of ,scotus1 garbed ,in white and brown of ,carmel2 titulars ,in ,peter ,lombard and ,durandus1--sons ,of ,bernard1 ,francis and ,saint ,benedict4 ,when each in order of his ancientry ,was seated in the tribune1 and below ,ranged the licentiates1 and bachelors1 ,and1 out beyond1 the thousand students1--gay ,in plumes and ruffs1 or rags and disrepair1-- ,there entered ,bacharel ,frei ,constantino ,citing the obligations2 whereupon ,egidio began his argument ,with exposition and arrangement clear1 ,and summary abrupt and crushing1 as ,his old experience in the courts had taught1-- ,so free in tone and doctrine that the throng ,swayed on their benches1 beating noisily ,great tomes together like the roll of drums4 ,then silence for ,suarez's quodlibet2 ,as half-reluctant1 without emphasis1 ,his cold unwavering voice proposed the plan ,of his objection1--,when uproarious ,upon the instant1 ,frei ,egidio ,in tones of thunder shouted o'er the hall1-- 8,nego majorem60--the scholastic world's ,unmitigated insult6 ,how would he1 ,spain's boasted theologian1 reply ,to ,portugal's8 ,the ,jesuits around ,suarez's rostrum marvelled1 whispered1 turned1 ,and hid their faces1 when they saw him bowed ,silent a moment1 ere descending1 calm1 ,he led them home across the jeering town4 ,then the mad acclamations2 bells of shrine ,and monastery on the hills2 the sweep ,of robes prelatical1 the cavalcade ,of gorgeous nobles into ,santa ,cruz2 ,the blare of trumpets1 and the lanterns strung ,yellow beneath the moon2 the beggar throngs2 ,the maskers down the lanes2 the nightingales ,and river-songs of students wafted far ,across ,mondego's ,hills of ,loneliness ,and ,meditation where ,coimbra slept4 ,thus triumphed ,frei ,egidio4 ,but high ,in the ,collegio de ,jesus the blow ,was red on every cheek2 the ,rector rose ,in the community and said3 8,padre ,francisco1 not in fifty years have we ,in our ,coimbra known such sore defeat2 ,tell me1 ,i pray1 had you no thought to save ,your honor and the honor of our schools-- ,you1 boast of ,rome and ,salamanca's halls4-- ,you1 to whom all the dialectic arts ,have been as play--could you not parry1 feint1 ,or bait ,egidio until some chance ,or newer turn might save your argument80 ,suarez bowed and answered3 8,better far ,that we be humbled than a great man fall ,to utter shame and ruin6 ,had ,i told ,egidio there that in denying thus ,my proposition he was challenging ,a solemn canon1 word for word1 prescribed ,at ,constance by the ,universal ,church-- ,fetch me the ,book of ,councils--he was lost40 ,scarce was the secret spoken1 ere it stole ,in rumor through the novice-court1 and thence ,below to ,santa ,cruz1--stole1 like a cloud1 ,black1 ominous1 across the starlit dome ,above the black mosteiro1 where the moon ,revelled amid the sculptured lattices1-- ,the marble ropes and palms memorial ,of old ,da ,gama and his caravels1-- ,upon the rose-paths and the trickling pools ,along the ,cloister do ,silencio4 ,there paced ,fonseca1 solitary guest ,to catch the final crumbs1 the laughter1 far ,adown the stream1 of lutes that mourned his feast1 ,when lo6 a billet in his path6--8,awake1--0 ,he read1--8at ,constance 'twas decreed4 ,thy voice ,hath mocked the very words of ,holy ,church40-- ,no more1--yet in foreboding he made haste ,to find his taper1--fumbled through the stacks ,in dust and chill1--unclasped the folio ,liber ,conciliorum1--saw his doom-- ,perchance the rack and ,secret ,prisons--writ ,upon the parchment6--,silence1 mocking lutes6 ,come1 rain6 come1 whirlwind1 blot the lanterns out3 ,now knew he their insidious subterfuge-- ,the slippery ,pharisees--to undermine ,coimbra's last bright paragon1--they claimed ,another victim6--,but his rage gave way ,to grief2 his scorn was all to blame2 no scheme ,was theirs2 ,suarez spoke the ,council's words ,as duty bound him1--,with the break of day ,came self-renouncement to ,egidio2 ,and in amaze to greet his ashen face ,the sacristan laid out for him the alb ,and chasuble of ,requiem2 resigned1 ,like some bowed reed the storm has swept by night1 ,he took the chalice1 veiled it 'gainst his breast1 ,and 'mid the first faint glimmer down the nave ,crept forth unto his mystic ,calvary4 ,,transcriber',s ,,note ,this e,book makes the following corrections to the printed text3 ,acknowledgment ,small1 ,maynard ,company ,small1 ,maynard ,company ,acknowledgment ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,company ,houghton ,mifflin ,company ,pg x ,the ,soul of ,kernaghan ,the ,soul of ,karnaghan ,pg xi ,garesche1 ,s4,j41 ,edward ,f4 ,garesch1 ,s4,j41 ,edward ,f4 ,pg xiii ,mac,donough1 ,thomas ,mac,donagh1 ,thomas ,pg #d ,moved 8,the men that live in ,west ,england0 to following stanza ,pg #f ,my brother1 good morniing ,my brother1 good morning ,pg #g ,stands about my wraith ,stand about my wraith ,pg #ac with eyes like stars88 with eyes like stars8 ,pg #ad ,started new stanza after 8this is the moment of love40 ,pg #bf ,the tickling clock ,the ticking clock ,pg #da vandals stormed1 thy sacred tree vandals stormed thy sacred tree ,pg #ea 8444 peace to men6' 8444 peace to men60 ,pg #ed ,his glorous face ,his glorious face ,pg #ff ,started new stanza after 8,waiteth on ,sorrow still20 ,pg #aah ,and ,joseph is my neighbor 8,and ,joseph is my neighbor ,pg #abj #8,a prophet ,thou60 8,a prophet ,thou60 ,pg #abj #8,come with me10 8,come with me10 ,pg #abj #8,yet 444 and no soldier thou40 8,yet 444 and no soldier thou40 ,pg #abj #8,how wouldst thou serve80 8,how wouldst thou serve80 ,pg #abc ,himself ,he can not 8,himself ,he can not ,pg #ace ,within it's wonderness ,within its wonderness ,pg #adc ,started new stanza after 8lightning will0 ,pg #aeb the bitter day ,he died the bitter day ,he died4 ,pg #aff 8,endless 444 with how much pain6 8,endless 444 with how much pain60 ,pg #afg praise thee well and wide praise thee well and wide4 ,pg #agb #8,the ,fathers 444 live to ,god30 8,the ,fathers 444 live to ,god30 ,pg #aha ,praising the ,iord ,praising the ,lord ,pg #baj every soul that heard4 every soul that heard40 ,pg #bae ,be stilll1--,pride ,be still1--,pride ,pg #bcd 7footnote7 ,newman calls the ,blesed ,virgin ,newman calls the ,blessed ,virgin ,pg #bdf ,started new stanza after 8that was bruised60 ,pg #bfb ,naught shelters thee 4440 8,naught shelters thee 4440 ,pg #bff #8,ah1 fondest1 blindest1 weakest 8,ah1 fondest1 blindest1 weakest ,pg #bfh ,of utter sadnes ,of utter sadness ,pg #bgj their ample virtue mew their ample virtue mew4 ,pg #bga ivies1 interwine my hair ivies1 intertwine my hair ,pg #bgh ,follow you withersoever you go4 ,follow you whithersoever you go4