EASTER MORN.
From the garden fair of heaven,
Like dewdrops from the skies
Falls the perfume of a flower
That is now in paradise.
May the essence of his virtues
Steal softly o’er the dawn,
Dispelling all the shadows grey
As on that Easter morn.
As captives here we may languish
All peace will soar away,
’Till refreshing dews from heaven
Guide us on day by day.
God’s love and light will sustain us
Like the lily so fair
We will drink of His sweet fragrance
And banish ev’ry care.
LOVE’S SECRET.
I breathe it to the rose at dawn,
To the violets blue,
The secret of my soul new born,
And love ’tis all of you.
I tell them of a vision fair,
A dream of bliss divine,
And as their perfume fills the air,
My heart seeks only thine.
I plucked the buds all blushing red,
The violets so blue,
They seem to say with drooping heads
Fond thoughts we’ll take for you,
To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidings
While nestling on her breast,
We’ll breathe of love the poet sings,
Of love supremely blest.
CHRISTMAS IN THE CLOISTER.
Without the earth was robed in white,
Stars glittered in the wintry sky,
The altar lights shone fair and bright,
Sweet heav’nly music rose on high,
Breathing in the language of the soul,
All that the soul so longs to hear,
While from the sanctu’ry lamp there stole
Soft rays that flickered far and near.