Fest. Nativitatis B. V. M. XXV. WHEN thou wert born the murmuring world From joy to sorrow madly whirled ;- A princess thou of David's line; The mother of the Prince of Peace; That hour no royal pomps were thine: The earth alone her boon increase Before thee poured. September rolled Perhaps old foes, they knew not why, Tears rose, perhaps, to Pity's eye: 3 The respirations of the year, At least, grew soft. O'er valleys wide Pine-roughened crags again shone clear; And the great Temple, far descried, To watchers, watching long in vain, XXVI. THE moon, ascending o'er a mass Far down, the winding hills between, The tall rock glimmers, spectre-white; Above, that shining blue!-below, . That shining mist! O, not more pure Midwinter's landscape, robed in snow, And fringed with frosty garniture. The fragrance of the advancing year Must all of earth have passed away ? XXVII. A DREAM came to me while the night I saw-in countenance like a child (Three years methought were hers, no more) That maid and mother undefiled The Saviour of the world who bore. A nun-like veil was o'er her thrown; Not once she paused her breath to take ; So longed that child to live for God; So pined, from earth's enthralments free, To bathe her wholly in the flood Anna and Joachim from far Their eyes on that white vision raised: And when, like caverned foam or star Cloud-hid, she vanished, still they gazed. D Fest. Purificationis. XXVIII. TWELVE years had passed, and, still a child,` As in she passed there fell a calm Like the long branches of the palm The scribe forgot his wordy lore; The chanted psalm was heard far off; Hushed was the clash of golden ore; And hushed the Sadducean scoff. Type of the Christian Church! 'twas thine To offer, first, to God that hour, Thy Son-the Sacrifice Divine, The Church's everlasting dower! Great Priestess! round that aureoled brow Which cloud or shadow ne'er had crossed, Began there not that hour to grow A milder dawn of Pentecost? |