XXVII. A SUDDEN sun-burst in the woods, As when some heart, grief-darkened long, Conclusive joy by force invades. So swift the new-born splendours throng; Such lustre swallows up the shades. The sun we see not; but his fires From stem to stem obliquely smite, Till all the forest aisle respires The golden-tongued and myriad light. The caverns blacken as their brows As o'er it breeze-like music rolls. Dominica Pentecostes. XXVIII. CLEAR as those silver trumps of old Strong as the breeze of morning, rolled That matutinal anthem vast Which winds, like sunrise, round the globe, Following the sunrise, far and fast, And trampling on his fiery robe. Once more the Pentecostal torch Lights on the courses of the year: The "upper chamber" of the Church Is thrilled once more with joy and fear. Who lifts her brow from out the dust? A gaze like Eve's, but more august? Who bends it heaven-ward on her Lord ? It is the Birthday of the Bride. The new begins; the ancient ends: From all the gates of Heaven flung wide The promised Paraclete descends. He who o'er-shadowed Mary once Dominica Pentecostes. XXIX. THE Form decreed of tree and flower, He whom the plastic hand of God Remained a statue and a clod Till spirit infused to life gave birth. So, till that hour, the Church. In Christ Till down on that predestined frame, The Pentecostal Spirit came, The self-same Spirit who of old Creative o'er the waters moved. Thenceforth the Church, made One and Whole, Arose in Him, and lived, and loved His Temple she; and He her Soul. Turris Davidica. XXX. THE towered City loves thee well, She hails the unvanquished citadel That frowns o'er Error's subject sea. With magic might that Tower repels High-ranged, and smiling in the sun. There stands Augustin; Leo there; Upon thy star-surrounded height God's angel keepeth watch and ward; And sunrise flashes thence ere night Hath left dark street and dewy sward. |