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XXIX. SAINT JOSEPH'S PATRONAGE.
(‘Constituit eum dominum domus suæ.’ The Household Saints.)
The Apostle's life, the Martyr's death,
The all-conquering Word, all-wondrous Sign,
Have greatness sense-discerned. By faith,
And Faith's strong Love, we reach to thine.
The all-conquering Word, all-wondrous Sign,
Have greatness sense-discerned. By faith,
And Faith's strong Love, we reach to thine.
Through lower heavens those others run,
Fair planets kenned by feebler eyes:
Thy loftier light is later won,
Serener gleam from lonelier skies.
Fair planets kenned by feebler eyes:
Thy loftier light is later won,
Serener gleam from lonelier skies.
Thou stand'st within: they move without:
More near the God-Man was thy place:
It was: it is: we cannot doubt
That as thy greatness was thy grace.
More near the God-Man was thy place:
It was: it is: we cannot doubt
That as thy greatness was thy grace.
No priestly tiar, no prophet rod
Were thine: with them thou art who zone
The altar of Incarnate God,
Who throng the white steps of the Throne.
Were thine: with them thou art who zone
The altar of Incarnate God,
Who throng the white steps of the Throne.
There Anna rests, and Joachim
That Great One's Parents; at their side
Elizabeth, not far from Him
Her Baptist Son for Right who died.
That Great One's Parents; at their side
Elizabeth, not far from Him
Her Baptist Son for Right who died.
A hierarchy apart they sit,
A Royal House benign yet dread,
In Godhead veiled, by Godhead lit—
There highest shines thy silver head.
A Royal House benign yet dread,
In Godhead veiled, by Godhead lit—
There highest shines thy silver head.
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