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LXVII. MATER VENERABILIS.

Come from the midnight mountain tops,
The mountains where the panthers play:
Descend! the cowl of darkness drops;
Come fair and fairer than the day!
Our hearts are wounded with thine eyes:
They stamp thereon in words of light
The mystery of the starry skies;
The ‘Name o'er every name’ they write.
Come from thy Lebanonian peaks
Whose sacerdotal cedars nod
Above the world when morning breaks;
The Mountain of the House of God.
Weakness and Dream have passed like night;
Religion claims her ancient bound
On-borne in venerable might
By lions haled and turret-crowned.