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XLVAN INCIDENT AT MENDRISIO
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XLV
AN INCIDENT AT MENDRISIO
April 23, 1886
Αφετε τα παιδια ερχεσθαι προς Με—
It was the Day, the sad, the good,
The Day thrice-blest, when He,
The Love uniting God with Man,
Hung on the Tree:—
The Day thrice-blest, when He,
The Love uniting God with Man,
Hung on the Tree:—
And where within the transept wide
A vacant space was made,
With reverent touch the village hands
His Image laid;
A vacant space was made,
With reverent touch the village hands
His Image laid;
Not such as old Donato wrought:
Yet this rude craftsman's heart
With deeper passion stamp'd the wood
Than finer art.
Yet this rude craftsman's heart
With deeper passion stamp'd the wood
Than finer art.
And all the Italian throng was there,
Bronze-wrinkled crone, and maid,
Fathers with sons; the lame, the blind,
Where Christ was laid.
Bronze-wrinkled crone, and maid,
Fathers with sons; the lame, the blind,
Where Christ was laid.
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They knelt for prayer; they kiss'd for love
Their Saviour's riven Side,
The Hands, the Feet, the bleeding Heart
For us Who died.
Their Saviour's riven Side,
The Hands, the Feet, the bleeding Heart
For us Who died.
But in the throng what part has she,
The little maiden sweet,
Who climbs and trembles to the Cross
With fervent feet?
The little maiden sweet,
Who climbs and trembles to the Cross
With fervent feet?
Like her, the Blesséd Virgin Child
Who clomb the Temple-stair,
God-given, given back to God,
Pure, sacred, fair.
Who clomb the Temple-stair,
God-given, given back to God,
Pure, sacred, fair.
—With kisses fast and close, herself
Upon the Face she throws;
The innocent breath with love is warm,
Sweet as the rose.
Upon the Face she throws;
The innocent breath with love is warm,
Sweet as the rose.
Ah, darling! though thine infant heart
Outrun thy knowledge dim,
E'en on God's throne that eager love
Is dear to Him.
Outrun thy knowledge dim,
E'en on God's throne that eager love
Is dear to Him.
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