To the sacred Dove alighting on the head of Christ.
On whom doth this blest Bird its wings outspread?
Where will it suffer its white feet to rest?
O Jesus, hovering o'er Thy hallow'd head,
Within Thy hair's sweet shade it seeks a nest.
There does it breathe a mystic song to Thee,
A melody unlike all earthly sound:
That Bird alone to this pure nest may flee;
This nest alone worthy the Bird is found. W.
CXXVI.
In fores divo Petro sponte apertas. Act. xii. 10.
Quid juvit clausisse fores, bone janitor, istas?
Et Petro claves jam liquet esse suas.
Dices, sponte patent: Petri ergo hoc scilicet ipsum
Est clavis, Petro clave quod haud opus est.
The doors of the prison self-opening to Peter.
Good jailor, how is this,
These doors thou lockest here?
That Peter has the keys
'Tis now to all men clear.
Thou say'st the doors self-open,
And well thou sayest indeed;
For by this very token
He no other key doth need. G.
CXXVII.
Murmurabant Pharisaei, dicentes, Recipit peccatores, et comedit cum illis. Luc. xv. 2.
Ah male, quisquis is est, pereat, qui scilicet istis
Convivam, saevus, non sinit esse suum!
Istis cum Christus conviva adjungitur, istis
O non conviva est Christus, at ipse cibus.[72]