Christ, and the mother of Christ and all his hallows.
THE HABIT OF PERFECTION
By Gerard Hopkins, S.J.
Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorled ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come