Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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XLV. LINES ON A CEREMONIAL CAPELLA OF HIS HOLINESS.
O high exalted instinct of the soul!
That evermore doth find
A grace and splendour not their own, in things
Of customary kind!
That evermore doth find
A grace and splendour not their own, in things
Of customary kind!
Casket, or signet-ring, or coat of mail,
Or ornament of state,
That once belong'd to History's Champions,
The good, the wise, the great!
Or ornament of state,
That once belong'd to History's Champions,
The good, the wise, the great!
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This relic fair, which love most Catholic
Devoutly treasures here,
To me, beholding it, than rubied crown
More glorious doth appear.
Devoutly treasures here,
To me, beholding it, than rubied crown
More glorious doth appear.
For cinctured round with spiry wheaten ears
And clustering grapes of gold,
Types of the pure Oblation offer'd now
For bloody rites of old,
And clustering grapes of gold,
Types of the pure Oblation offer'd now
For bloody rites of old,
Here, (by no fancy-freak) beneath its rim
Of emblematic red,
It shaded from a Roman summer's sun
The sacred snow-white head
Of emblematic red,
It shaded from a Roman summer's sun
The sacred snow-white head
Of our dear Pius; as from Church to Church,
Amidst the kneeling throng,
Serene he pass'd;—a Vision of delight,
The ancient ways along!
Amidst the kneeling throng,
Serene he pass'd;—a Vision of delight,
The ancient ways along!
Angels of Rome! O shield that head beloved
From danger and all fears;
Watch o'er the Pontiff brave, the Sovereign good,
The Priest of fifty years!
From danger and all fears;
Watch o'er the Pontiff brave, the Sovereign good,
The Priest of fifty years!
And when his hour arrives, so long postponed
By Christendom's fond prayer,
May he in Heaven's own Hierarchy throned
Be still our glory there!
By Christendom's fond prayer,
May he in Heaven's own Hierarchy throned
Be still our glory there!
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