An echo of St. Thomas’ hymn
Came faintly o’er the wave;
The Jesuit’s eyes with tears grew dim
At thought of souls to save.
And “Bone Pastor, Panis vere,”
His firm lips softly spoke,
O “Jesu, nostri miserere,”
From heart, love-burdened, broke.
And “Lauda Sion, Salvatorem”
Thy glad waves seemed to cry;