THE MONTH OF MARY SONG Green are the leaves, and sweet the flowers, And rich the hues of May; We see them in the gardens round, And market-paniers gay: And e'en among our streets, and lanes, By fitful gleams, the fair sunshine, The blue transparent sky. CHORUS O Mother maid, be thou our aid, Lest sights of earth to sin give birth, Green is the grass, but wait awhile, The merry sun, you sure would say, CHORUS But Mother maid, thou dost not fade; And the pale moon beneath thy feet, The green green grass, the glittering grove, A more refulgent home; They tell us of that Paradise Of everlasting rest, And that high Tree, all flowers and fruit, The sweetest, yet the best. CHORUS O Mary, pure and beautiful, Our garlands wear about thy hair, VALENTINE TO A LITTLE GIRL Little maiden, dost thou pine Every face that meets thine eye? Go and ask, my little child, In the quarrel of his Lord. And they stand in glittering ring Round their warrior God and King, Who before and for them bled,— Yes! there is a plenty there, Knights without reproach or fear,— And a hundred thousand more; By that sea without a surge, And the beatific Sun, In Jerusalem above, Valentine is every one; Choose from out that company Whom to serve and whom to love. FROM "THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS” Take me away, and in the lowest deep And there in hope the lone night-watches keep, There, motionless and happy in my pain, There will I sing my sad perpetual strain, There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast, To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:— That sooner I may rise, and go above, And see Him in the truth of everlasting day. |