And in Jesus Christ his only Son, out Lord;
Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary;
Suffered under Pontius Pilate, was cru cified, dead, and buried;
When thou wast young thou girdedst And the third day He rose again from
thyself, and walkedst
Whither thou wouldst; but when thou
Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and He other men
Shall gird and carry thee whither thou
wouldst not.
Follow thou me!
ascended into Heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of God, the Father Almighty;
From thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
JAMES, THE SON OF ALPHEUS.
I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy Catholic Church;
The communion of Saints; the forgive ness of sins;
The resurrection of the body;
Yea, I will follow thee, dear Lord and And the Life Everlasting.
THE wind is rising; it seizes and shakes The doors and window-blinds and makes Mysterious moanings in the halls; The convent-chimneys seem almost
I BELIEVE in God the Father Al- The trumpets of some heavenly host,
Maker of Heaven and Earth;
Setting its watch upon our walls! Where it listeth, there it bloweth ; We hear the sound, but no man knoweth Whence it cometh or whither it goeth,
And thus it is with the Holy Ghost. O breath of God! O my delight In many a vigil of the night, Like the great voice in Patmos heard By John, the Evangelist of the Word, I hear thee behind me saying: Write In a book the things that thou hast
The things that are, and that have been, And the things that shall hereafter be!
This convent, on the rocky crest Of the Calabrian hills, to me A Patmos is wherein I rest; While round about me like a sea The white mists roll, and overflow The world that lies unseen below In darkness and in mystery. Here in the Spirit, in the vast Embrace of God's encircling arm, Am I uplifted from all harm; The world seems something far away, Something belonging to the Past, A hostelry, a peasant's farm, That lodged me for a night or day, In which I care not to remain, Nor, having left, to see again.
Thus, in the hollow of God's hand I dwelt on sacred Tabor's height, When as a simple acolyte I journeyed to the Holy Land, A pilgrim for my master's sake, And saw the Galilean Lake,
And walked through many a village
That once had echoed to his feet. There first I heard the great com- mand,
The voice behind me saying: Write! And suddenly my soul became Illumined by a flash of flame, That left imprinted on my thought The image I in vain had sought, And which forever shall remain; As sometimes from these windows high, Gazing at midnight on the sky Black with a storm of wind and rain, I have beheld a sudden glare Of lightning lay the landscape bare, With tower and town and hill and plain Distinct and burnt into my brain, Never to be effaced again!
And I have written. These volumes three,
The Apocalypse, the Harmony
Of the Sacred Scriptures, new and old,
And the Psalter with Ten Strings, en
Within their pages, all and each, The Eternal Gospel that I teach. Well I remember the Kingdom of Heaven
Hath been likened to a little leaven Hidden in two measures of meal, Until it leavened the whole mass; So likewise will it come to pass With the doctrines that I here conceal.
Open and manifest to me The truth appears, and must be told; All sacred mysteries are threefold; Three Persons in the Trinity, Three ages of Humanity, And holy Scriptures likewise three, Of Fear, of Wisdom, and of Love; For Wisdom that begins in Fear Endeth in Love; the atmosphere In which the soul delights to be And finds that perfect liberty Which cometh only from above.
In the first Age, the early prime And dawn of all historic time, The Father reigned; and face to face He spake with the primeval race. Bright Angels, on his errands sent, Sat with the patriarch in his tent; His prophets thundered in the street; His lightnings flashed, his hailstorms beat;
In earthquake and in flood and flame, In tempest and in cloud He came ! The fear of God is in his Book; The pages of the Pentateuch Are full of the terror of his name.
Then reigned the Son; his Covenant Was peace on earth, good-will to man; With Him the reign of Law began. He was the Wisdom and the Word, And sent his Angels Ministrant, Unterrified and undeterred, To rescue souls forlorn and lost, The troubled, tempted, tempest-tost To heal, to comfort, and to teach. The fiery tongues of Pentecost His symbols were, that they should preach
In every form of human speech From continent to continent. He is the Light Divine, whose rays Across the thousand years unspent Shine through the darkness of our days And touch with their celestial fires
Our churches and our convent spires. His Book is the New Testament.
These Ages now are of the Past; And the Third Age begins at last. The coming of the Holy Ghost, The reign of Grace, the reign of Love Brightens the mountain-tops above, And the dark outline of the coast. Already the whole land is white With convent walls, as if by night A snow had fallen on hill and height! Already from the streets and marts Of town and traffic, and low cares, Men climb the consecrated stairs With weary feet, and bleeding hearts; And leave the world and its delights, Its passions, struggles, and despairs, For contemplation and for prayers In cloister-cells of cœnobites.
in Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and Clashing, clanging to the pavement, Hurl them from their windy tower.
As one that hath been crucified! My work is finished; I am strong in faith and hope and charity; For I have written the things I see, The things that have been and shall be, Conscious of right, nor fearing wrong; Because I am in love with Love, And the sole thing I hate is Hate; For Hate is death; and Love is life," A peace, a splendor from above; And Hate, a never-ending strife, A smoke, a blackness from the abyss Where unclean serpents coil and hiss! Love is the Holy Ghost within; Hate the unpardonable sin! Who preaches otherwise than this Betrays his Master with a kiss!
All thy thunders Here are harmless! For these bells have been anointed, And baptized with holy water! They defy our utmost power.
THE BELLS.
Defunctos ploro! Pestem fugo! Festa decoro!
Shake the casements! Break the painted
Panes, that flame with gold and crimson;
I cannot sleep! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again, And throws its misty splendors deep Into the pallid realms of sleep!
A breath from that far-distant shore Comes freshening ever more and more, And wafts o'er intervening seas Sweet odors from the Hesperides! A wind, that through the corridor Just stirs the curtain, and no more, And, touching the æolian strings, Faints with the burden that it brings ! Come back! ye friendships long de- parted!
That like o'erflowing streamlets started, And now are dwindled, one by one, Come back! ye friends, whose lives are To stony channels in the sun! ended,
Come back, with all that light attended, Which seemed to darken and decay When ye arose and went away!
They come, the shapes of joy and woe, The airy crowds of long ago,
The dreams and fancies known of yore, That have been, and shall be no more. They change the cloisters of the night Into a garden of delight;
They make the dark and dreary hours Open and blossom into flowers! I would not sleep! I love to be Again in their fair company; But ere my lips can bid them stay, They pass and vanish quite away! Alas! our memories may retrace Each circumstance of time and place, Season and scene come back again, And outward things unchanged remain ; The rest we cannot reinstate; Ourselves we cannot re-create; Nor set our souls to the same key Of the remembered harmony!
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