By the love, which o’er the feet

Of thy God-transfigur’d Son
Dropp’d the team, like balsam sweet,

Spite of ev’ry scornful one;
By the box of ointment rare,

Whence the drops so fragrant fell;
By the locks, whose gentle care

Dried His holy members well—­

muller SAMARITANA (St, John iv.).

By the well where Abram erst

Drove his flocks to drink their fill;
By the bucket which the thirst

Of the Saviour served to still;
By the fountain, balm-exhaling,

That from yon bright region flows,
Ever clear and never failing.

As round ev’ry world it goes—­

Maria AEGYPTIACA (Acta Sanctorum).

By the sacred spot immortal,

Where the Lord’s remains they plac’d;
By the arm, that from the portal

Drove me back with warning haste;
By my forty years of lowly

Penance in a desert land;
By the farewell greetings holy

That I wrote upon the sand—­

The three.

Thou who ne’er thy radiant face

From the greatest sinners hides,
Thou who Thine atoning grace

Through eternity provident,

Let this soul, by virtue stirr’d,

Self-forgetful though when living,
That perceived not that it err’d,

Feel thy mercy, sin forgiving!

Una POENITENTIUM. 
(Once named Margaret, pressing near them.)

Oh radiance-spreading One,

Who equall’d art by none,
In mercy view mine ecstasy!

For he whom erst I loved,

No more by sorrow proved,
Returns at length to me!

BEATIFIED children. 
(Approaching as they hover round.)

He now in strength of limb

Far doth outweigh us,
And, as we tended him,

So will repay us. 
Early removed were we

Far from life’s story;
Train’d now himself, will he

Train us in glory.

The penitent, once named Margaret.

Link’d with the noble band of spirits,

Scarce can the new one feel or see
The radiant life he now inherits,

So like that holy band is he. 
See how he bursts each bond material,

And parts the olden veil at length,—­
In vesture clad of grace ethereal,

Comes in the glow of youthful strength. 
Oh, let me guide his steps victorious,

While dazzled by the new-born light.

Mater GLORIOSA.

Come! raise thyself to spheres more glorious,
He’ll follow when thou matzoth his sight.

Doctor Marinas. 
(Prostrated in adoration.)

O repentant sinful ones,

On that bright face gaze ye,
And, in grateful orisons,

Your blest fortune praise ye! 
Be each virtue of the mind

To thy service given! 
Virgin, mother, be thou kind!