Where old nuns dwell.
THE MOTHER OF THE ROSE
By James M. Hayes
I kneel on Holy Thursday with the faithful worshipping
Where Christ is throned in splendor as the sacramental King.
I ever will remember it, that wondrous full-blown rose
Among the burning tapers on the altar of repose.
O blessed among roses all, to bloom in beauty there,
To give your heart unto your God and in His glory share.