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XXXVII. FEST. DE MONTE CARMELO.
Carmel, with Alp and Apennine
Low whispers in the wind that blows
Beneath the Eastern stars, ere shine
The lights of morning on their snows.
Low whispers in the wind that blows
Beneath the Eastern stars, ere shine
The lights of morning on their snows.
Of thee, Elias, Carmel speaks,
And that white cloud so small at first
Her Type, that neared the mountain peaks
To quench a dying nation's thirst.
And that white cloud so small at first
Her Type, that neared the mountain peaks
To quench a dying nation's thirst.
On Carmel like a sheathed sword
Thy monks abode till Jesus came;
On Carmel then they served their Lord;
Then Carmel rang with Mary's name.
Thy monks abode till Jesus came;
On Carmel then they served their Lord;
Then Carmel rang with Mary's name.
Blow over all the garden; blow
O'er all God's garden of the West
Balm-breathing Orient! Whisper low
The secret of thy spicy nest!
O'er all God's garden of the West
Balm-breathing Orient! Whisper low
The secret of thy spicy nest!
‘Who from the Desert upward moves
Like cloud of incense onward borne?
Who moving, rests on Him she loves?
Who mounts from regions of the Morn?
Like cloud of incense onward borne?
Who moving, rests on Him she loves?
Who mounts from regions of the Morn?
‘Behold! The apple-tree beneath—
There where of old thy Mother fell,
I raised thee up. More strong than Death
Is Love; more strong than Death or Hell.’
There where of old thy Mother fell,
I raised thee up. More strong than Death
Is Love; more strong than Death or Hell.’
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