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

THE FLIGHT OF THE HOLY FAMILY INTO EGYPT.

A Fragment. THE ANGEL WARNS ST. JOSEPH. Rise, Joseph! heed my cry! All swiftly, silently, To Egypt take your flight! Depart, this very night! 94

Herod his fury now, Is even to madness heaping; He longs to slay the Lamb In Mary’s tendance sleeping, Take Mother and Child, and go From an impending woe. SONG OF THE ANGELS ACCOMPANYING THE HOLY FAMILY. Wonders on wonders piled! Jesus, of Heaven the Lord, Now upon earth exiled, Flee, from a mortal’s sword. So, unto God in flight, Oh, let us give our love; Let our white wings to-night Protect Him from above! Now bring the flowers most fair To strew before His way! A lullaby prepare, Of songs most sweet and gay! Console His Mother’s heart By singing of His charms. How fair, how sweet, Thou art, Reposing in her arms! Oh, let us speed afar, For here dire perils are! Fly, on this very night, From dangers and from fright! The Virgin bears our Star, Beneath her veil afar, The Star of the elect, Whom longing hearts expect. Behold! Heaven’s Lord Flees from a mortal’s sword! THE ANGEL OF THE DESERT. I come, I come, to sing your charms divine, 95

Blest Family who lure me to this place. In this drear desert, lo! to-night doth shine A Star more fair than heaven in all its grace. But who shall comprehend this mystery: — He came unto His own — they bade Him go! A wanderer on the earth He made is He, And none discern His beauty here below. But if the great Thine empire now despise, Thou King of Heaven, Thou mystic promised Star! Long for Thy reign have looked. the tear-dimmed eyes, And long the unhappy sought Thee from afar. O Word Eternal! Wisdom true and deep! Thy gifts are here, but they are for the meek: The childlike soul, the tried, and them who weep, It is to them, one day, Thy voice shall speak. For Thou Thy wisdom often dost impart To ignorant men, if they but humble be; And Thou dost call the sinful to Thy Heart, Because in them Thine image Thou dost see. A day shall come, when, in the selfsame fold, The lamb beside the lion safe shall feed; And in Thy refuge here, this desert old, Thy Name shall call forth many a holy deed. O hidden God! what virginal souls, one day, Catching from Thy vast fire of love the flame, Shall hither haste, where Thou hast led the way; And all these wastes for their possession claim. Their ardent souls, their love like seraphs blest, Shall fill the angels with supreme delight; And hell shall tremble at their hymns, addrest Unto God’s greater glory, day and night Then Satan shall, in frantic jealousy, Seek to deplete these houses of our Lord; But knows he not the power and majesty Of this frail Child, humble, unknown, ignored. He dreams not that a lowly virgin-heart Forever dwells in safety and in peace; He dreams not of the strength, beyond his art, She has from God, whose wonders never cease. It may be that, one day, Thy spouses dear 96

Must share Thy exile, O Thou Holy Child! But none shall quench their love, that burns most clear Despite their exile and men’s fury wild. Nor shall the vile world’s sacrilegious spite Turn from their goal the virgins of the Lord; Nor ever soil their robes of spotless white, Nor mar their likeness to their King adored. Ungrateful world! thy reign is well nigh done Dost thou not see how this most holy Child Culls joyously these roses like the sun, These martyrs’ palms, these lilies undefiled? Dost thou not see His faithful virgin band, Holding their burning lamps with love alight Dost thou not see heaven’s portals openstand The saints to welcome in, to glory bright? O happy moment! joy that knows no shade! When the elect in gladness enter there; And for their love, the great reward is paid, — To see God’s face, that promised Vision fair! Life’s exile o’er, gone are all pain and woe; E’en faith itself, and hope itself, shall cease; But everlasting rest those souls shall know. The ecstasy of loveand endless peace. January 21, 1896.