University of Virginia Library

LINES WRITTEN IN A NUNNERY CHAPEL.

Me hither from noonlight
A voice ever calls
Where pale pillars cluster
And organ tones roll—
Nor sunlight nor moonlight
E'er silvers these walls—
Lives here other lustre—
The Light of the Soul.
Here budded and blossomed—
Here faded and died—
Like brief blooming roses
Earth's purest of pure!
Now ever embosomed
In bliss they abide—
Oh! may, when Life closes,
My meed be as sure!