Tota Pulchra. XII. A BROKEN gleam on wave and flower A music that in utterance dies O Poets, and O Men! what more Is all that Beauty which ye prize? And ah! how oft Corruption works How oft a gloom eternal lurks Beneath an evanescent smile! But thou, serene and smiling light In thee all harmonies unite That charm a pure Intelligence. Whatever teaches mind or heart To God by loveliest types to mount, Mary, is thine. Of each true Art The parent art thou, and the fount. Those pictures, fair as moon or star, The ages dear to Faith brought forth, Formed but the illumined calendar Of her, that Church which knows thy worth. Not less doth Nature teach through thee To all her sanctuaries and shrines. Stella Matutina. XIII. SHINE Out, O Star, and sing the praise Thou sing'st that Sun of Righteousness, Pale Lily, pearled around with dew, Of her, God's chalice, "full of grace." Cerulean Ocean, fringed with white, That wear'st her colours evermore, In all thy pureness, all thy might, Resound her name from shore to shore. That fringe of foam, when drops the sun "Janua Cali." XIV. THE night through yonder cloudy cleft, With many a lingering last regard, Withdraws - but slowly and hath left Her mantle on the dewy sward. The lawns with silver dews are strewn ; The winds lie hushed in cave and tree; Nor stirs a flower, save one alone That bends beneath the earliest bee. Peace over all the garden broods; Pathetic sweets the thickets throng; Like breath the vapour o'er the woods Ascends-dim woods without a song: Or hangs, a shining, fleece-like mass The mirror of that Morning Star |