Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
Glory to the Spirit,
Three, and three in one,
Glory from his creatures
Both in earth and heaven
To the King of Martyrs
Endlessly be given. Amen.
APPENDIX III (p. [51])
"OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS"
(Written by Bute in November, 1867, æt. 20.)
The world is very foul and dark,
And sin has marred its outline fair;
But we are taught to look above,
And see another image there.
And I will raise my eyes above—
Above a world of sin and woe,
Where sinless, griefless, near her Son,
Sits Mary on her throne of snow.
Mankind seems very foul and dark,
In some lights that we see it in,
Lo! as the tide of life goes by,
How many thousands lie in sin.
But I will raise my eyes above—
Above the world's unthinking flow,
To where, so human yet so fair,
Sits Mary on her throne of snow.
My heart is very foul and dark;
Yes, strangely foul sometimes to me
Glare up the images of sin
My tempter loves to make me see.
Then may I lift my eyes above—
Above these passions vile and low,
To where, in pleading contrast bright,
Sits Mary on her throne of snow!
And oft that throne, so near our Lord's,
To earth some of its radiance lends;
And Christians learn from her to shun
The path impure that hellward tends,
For they have learnt to look above—
Above the prizes here below,
To where, crowned with a starry crown,
Sits Mary on her throne of snow.