Mater Creatoris. XI. BUD forth a Saviour, Earth! fulfil “To us, this day, a Child is born." Heaven knows not mere historic facts: Celestial mysteries, night and morn, Live on in ever-present Acts. Calvary's dread Victim in the skies On God's great altar rests even now : The Pentecostal glory lies For ever round the Church's brow. From Son and Father, He, the Lord Upon the first creative word Creation, trembling, hangs for aye. Nor less ineffably renewed Than when on earth the tie began, Is that mysterious Motherhood Which re-creates the worlds and man. Mater Salvatoris. XII. O HEART With His in just accord! Behold, she seemed on Earth to dwell; Fed from the boundless heart of God, And all her being overflowed, Until the awful hour was nigh. Then, then, there crept her spirit o'er Him offering, half in Him she died; Standing like that strange Moon, whereon The mask of Earth lies dim and dead, An orb of glory, shadow-strewn, Yet girdled with a luminous thread. Mater Dolorosa. XIII. SHE stood she sank not. Slowly fell Adown the Cross the atoning blood. agony ineffable In No She offered still His own to God. pang of His her bosom spared; She felt in Him its several power. "Behold thy Son!" Ah, last bequest! It breathed His last farewell! The sword Predicted pierced that hour her breast. She stood: she answered not a word. His own in John He gave. She wore Thenceforth the Mother-crown of Earth. O Eve! thy sentence too she bore; Like thee in sorrow she brought forth. с Mater Dolorosa. XIV. FROM her He passed: yet still with her A Boreal winter void of light So seemed her widowed days forlorn: She slept; but in her breast all night Her heart lay waking till the morn. Sad flowers on Calvary that grew; Sad fruits that ripened from the Cross; Love strong as Death! She lived through thee From Life's low harpstring amorously Draws out the sweetened name of Death. Love stronger far than Death or Life! Mater Admirabilis. XV. O MOTHER-MAID! to none save thee Thy Motherhood so pure from blame! All other parents, what are they? Thy types. In them thou stood'st rehearsed, (As they in bird, and bud, and spray). Thine Antitype? The Eternal First! Prime Parent He: and next Him thou! Thy "Fiat" was thy bridal vow; Thine offspring He, the "Light of Light." Her Son Thou wert: her Son Thou art, O Christ! Her substance fed Thy growth: She shaped Thee in her virgin heart, Thy Mother and Thy Father both! |