POEMS

 INTRODUCTION.

 FIRST PART.

 MY SONG OF TO-DAY.

 TO LIVE OF LOVE

 OF LOVE TO DIE. February 25, 1895

 JESUS, MY WELL BELOVED, REMEMBER THOU!

 TO THE SACRED HEART.

 THE ETERNAL CANTICLE. SUNG IN BANISHMENT.

 “I THIRST FOR LOVE.”

 MY HEAVEN ON EARTH.

 MY HOPE.

 MY WISHES BEFORE THE TABERNACLE.

 JESUS ONLY.

 A WORK OF LOVE.

 A LILY AMIDST THORNS.

 FOR A NOVICE. O King majestic, strong! e’en from my earliest days, I well may call myself Thy work of grace alone Thy love to pay with love, Thy care

 ABANDONMENT.

 SECOND PART.

 THE DEW DIVINE.

 TO OUR LADY OF VICTORIES.

 THE QUEEN OF HEAVEN TO HER LITTLE MARY.

 WHY I LOVE THEE MARY.

 THIRD PART.

 TO MY ANGEL GUARDIAN.

 TO MY LITTLE BROTHERS IN HEAVEN, THE HOLY INNOCENTS.

 THE MELODY OF ST. CECILIA.

 TO THE VENERABLE THEOPHANE VENARD, MARTYRED.

 FOURTH PART.

 THE STORY OF A SHEPHERDESS WHO BECAME A QUEEN.

 PRAYER OF THE CHILD OF A SAINT TO HER GOOD FATHER, CALLED HOME TO GOD

 WHAT I USED TO LOVE.

 FIFTH PART. SPIRITUAL RECREATIONS

 JESUS AT BETHANY.

 THE FLIGHT OF THE HOLY FAMILY INTO EGYPT.

 THE LITTLE DIVINE BEGGAR OF CHRISTMAS.

 THE ANGELS OF THE CRIB.

 POEMS IN HONOR OF JEANNE D’ARC

“I THIRST FOR LOVE.”

In wondrous love Thou didst come down from heaven To immolate Thyself, O Christ, for me; So, in my turn, my love to Thee is given, I wish to suffer and to die for Thee. Thou, Lord, hast spoken this truth benign: “To die for one loved tenderly Of greatest love on earth is sign;” And now, such love is mine, — Such love for Thee! Abide, abide with me, O Pilgrim blest! 31 Behind the hill fast sinks the dying day. Helped by Thy cross I mount the rocky crest; Oh, come, to guide me on my heavenward way. To be like Thee is my desire; Thy voice finds echo in my soul. Suffering I crave! Thy words of fire Lift me above earth’s mire, And sin’s control. Chanting Thy victories, gloriously sublime, The Seraphim — all heaven — cry to me, That even Thou, to conquer sin and crime, Upon this earth a sufferer needs must be. For me, upon life’s dreary way, What scorn, what anguish, Thou didst bear Let me grow humble every day, Be least of all, alway, Thy lot to share! Ah, Christ! Thy great example teaches me Myself to humble, honors to despise. Little and low like Thee I choose to be, Forgetting self, so I may charm Thine eyes. My peace I find in solitude, Nor ask I more, dear Lord, than this: Be Thou my sole beatitude, — Ever, in Thee, renewed My joy, my bliss! Thou, the great God Whom earth and heaven adore, Thou dwellest a prisoner for me night and day; And every hour I hear Thy voice implore: “ I thirst — I thirst — I thirst — for love alway! I, too, Thy prisoner am I; I, too, cry ever unto Thee Thine own divine and tender cry: “I thirst! Oh, let me die Of love for Thee!” For love of Thee I thirst! Fulfil my hope; Augment in me Thine own celestial flame! For love of Thee I thirst! Too scant earth’s scope. The glorious Vision of Thy Face I claim! 32 My long slow martyrdom of fire Still more and more consumeth me. Thou art my joy, my one desire. Jesu! may I expire Of love for Thee! April 30, 1806.