Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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LIX. ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE ROMAN NOBLE.
‘Unhappy youth! so strangely vice
Has dull'd thy spirit's finer sense,
That when I threaten endless Hell,
My words appear a vain pretence.
Has dull'd thy spirit's finer sense,
That when I threaten endless Hell,
My words appear a vain pretence.
‘We must to facts. Come hither then;
And kneeling here beside my knee,
Bend down thy face upon my lap,
And for thyself behold and see!’
And kneeling here beside my knee,
Bend down thy face upon my lap,
And for thyself behold and see!’
With easy grace, at Philip's feet
The youthful noble knelt and gazed;
But, oh, another man was he
When up again his face he raised!
The youthful noble knelt and gazed;
But, oh, another man was he
When up again his face he raised!
‘O Saint and Father, I repent,
And here confess my guilt,’ he cries;
‘For what my heart refused to own
Has been before my very eyes!
And here confess my guilt,’ he cries;
‘For what my heart refused to own
Has been before my very eyes!
‘I saw the hidden depth of Hell
Disclosed in all its raging might;
I saw th' intolerable flames,
And faint with horror at the sight!’
Disclosed in all its raging might;
I saw th' intolerable flames,
And faint with horror at the sight!’
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With tender strain St. Philip drew
The frighted worldling to his breast,
And on his terror-stricken soul
The truths of life eternal press'd.
The frighted worldling to his breast,
And on his terror-stricken soul
The truths of life eternal press'd.
Then all his saintly art he plied,
Till fear in love had died away;
And so absolving sent him back
Converted to his dying day!
Till fear in love had died away;
And so absolving sent him back
Converted to his dying day!
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