MIDNIGHT by the chapel bell! Homeward, homeward all, farewell! I with you, and you with me, Miles are short with company.
Heart of Mary, bless the way, Keep us all by night and day!
Moon and stars at feast with night Now have drunk their fill of light. Home they hurry, making time Trot apace, like merry rhyme. Heart of Mary, mystic rose, Send us all a sweet repose!
Swiftly through the wood down hill, Run till you can hear the mill. Toni's ghost is wandering now, Shaped just like a snow-white cow. Heart of Mary, morning star, Ward off danger, near or far!
Toni's wagon with its load Fell and crushed him in the road 'Twixt these pine-trees. Never fear! Give a neighbor's ghost good cheer.
Holy Babe, our God and Brother, Bind us fast to one another!
Hark! the mill is at its work, Now we pass beyond the murk To the hollow, where the moon Makes her silvery afternoon.
Good Saint Joseph, faithful spouse, Help us all to keep our vows!
Here the three old maidens dwell, Agatha and Kate and Nell;
See, the moon shines on the thatch, We will go and shake the latch. Heart of Mary, cup of joy, Give us mirth without alloy!
Hush, 'tis here, no noise, sing low, Rap with gentle knuckles-so! Like the little tapping birds, On the door; then sing good words. Meek Saint Anna, old and fair, Hallow all the snow-white hair!
Little maidens old, sweet dreams! Sleep one sleep till morning beams. Mothers ye, who help us all, Quick at hand, if ill befall.
Holy Gabriel, lily-laden,
Bless the aged mother-maiden!
Forward, mount the broad hillside Swift as soldiers when they ride. See the two towers how they peep, Round-capped giants, o'er the steep. Heart of Mary, by thy sorrow, Keep us upright through the morrow!
Now they rise quite suddenly Like a man from bended knee, Now Saint Märgen is in sight,
Here the roads branch off-good-night. Heart of Mary, by thy grace, Give us with the saints a place!
"O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE.”
Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum.-Cicero, ad Att., xii. 18.
O MAY I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. So we inherit that sweet purity
For which we struggled, failed, and agonized With widening retrospect that bred despair. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued. A vicious parent shaming still its child Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air. And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobbed religiously in yearning song,
That watched to ease the burthen of the world.
Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better-saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multitude Divinely human, raising worship so
To higher reverence more mixed with love- That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread for ever.
Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty— Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
I CANNOT choose but think upon the time When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss At lightest thrill from the bee's swinging chime, Because the one so near the other is.
He was the elder and a little man
Of forty inches, bound to show no dread, And I the girl that puppy-like now ran, Now lagged behind my brother's larger tread.
I held him wise, and when he talked to me Of snakes and birds, and which God loved the best,
I thought his knowledge marked the boundary Where men grew blind, though angels knew the
If he said "Hush!" I tried to hold my breath; Wherever he said "Come!" I stepped in faith.
Long years have left their writing on my brow, But yet the freshness and the dew-fed beam Of those young mornings are about me now, When we two wandered toward the far-off stream With rod and line. Our basket held a store Baked for us only, and I thought with joy That I should have my share, though he had more, Because he was the elder and a boy.
The firmaments of daisies since to me Have had those mornings in their opening eyes, The bunchéd cowslip's pale transparency Carries that sunshine of sweet memories,
And wild-rose branches take their finest scent From those blest hours of infantine content.
Our mother bade us keep the trodden ways, Stroked down my tippet, set my brother's frill, Then with the benediction of her gaze
Clung to us lessening, and pursued us still
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