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 | Songs of A Wayfarer |  |
CXLVIII. THE LEGEND OF SANTA MARIA MAGGIORE.
Fervently the good Johannes,
Praying, asked a sign from heaven,
How to use to noblest purpose
All the wealth that God had given.
Praying, asked a sign from heaven,
How to use to noblest purpose
All the wealth that God had given.
Slept the clustered vines of August:
Slept the solemn cypresses:
Only waked the mellow-throated
Nightingales amongst the trees.
Slept the solemn cypresses:
Only waked the mellow-throated
Nightingales amongst the trees.
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Lightly lulled to peaceful slumber;
Dreaming in the happy night,
Came the blessed Virgin to him
Robed in folds of blissful light.
Dreaming in the happy night,
Came the blessed Virgin to him
Robed in folds of blissful light.
Tenderly she smiled upon him:
All her accents sweeter far
Than the nightingale's low carol
Chanted to the evening star:
All her accents sweeter far
Than the nightingale's low carol
Chanted to the evening star:
‘The Lord has heard thy prayer in heaven:
His love and mercy never fail:
And thou shalt build a temple to Him
There where I lay down my veil.’
His love and mercy never fail:
And thou shalt build a temple to Him
There where I lay down my veil.’
One by one the bright stars faded:
In the rose the dewdrops kiss'd:
Golden clouds like angels floated
Through a sky of amethyst.
In the rose the dewdrops kiss'd:
Golden clouds like angels floated
Through a sky of amethyst.
Then arose the good Johannes
Wondering what his dream might mean;
Wandering through the ripening vineyards
Of the sunny Esquiline:
Wondering what his dream might mean;
Wandering through the ripening vineyards
Of the sunny Esquiline:
Stood upon the level summit,
Pondering still, when, lo! he found
A fall of summer snow was lying,
Shaped to pattern, on the ground.
Pondering still, when, lo! he found
A fall of summer snow was lying,
Shaped to pattern, on the ground.
Then his dream was clear unto him;
And he told the miracle;
And they came with swinging censer,
Burning lights and book and bell:
And he told the miracle;
And they came with swinging censer,
Burning lights and book and bell:
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Blessed the spot, and raised upon it
Pillared roof with shrine below;
And they named from Her the temple,
‘Holy Mary of the Snow.’
Pillared roof with shrine below;
And they named from Her the temple,
‘Holy Mary of the Snow.’
Rome, 1867.
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