Even as he knelt the solemn mass,
“Ora pro nobis, domine,”
Rose, like a dove on sun-lit wings,
Seeking the heavenly way.
Concordant voices sweet and clear
Rang through the consecrated nave,
Discoursing melodies which rolled
And broke, wave over wave.
As in an ecstasy he knelt,
Cheeks, lips and eyes alive with light,