Classic Poem

Lift up your heads to heav'n above,
Ye sisters, with devotion meet;
Let rosy clouds sustain your feet;
There o'er us gleams the Spotless Sun,
There, blithe as when sweet spring's begun,
Of Thee we sing, Immortal Love!

Tho' every tender bloom should wane
From earthly love's impassioned force,
To Thee, of fadeless youth the source,
We turn, who fill'st our souls for aye,
Undying Flame! whose steady ray
Our hearts and altars both retain.

To earth Thou cam'st, eternal Light,
To lie, a smiling heav'n-born child
In Mary's arms, the Virgin mild.
On Thy clear eyes she fixed her view,
And thence celestial lustre drew
Till o'er her glowed a " glory " bright.

With love divine, past human speech,
Thou on the cross didst stretch Thine arms.
Lo! earth doth quake, the storm alarms;
Hither from farthest regions wend,
Ye dead! the grave's strong portals rend!
With open arms He claspeth each.

What wondrous love, what joys are mine!
This life a sleep to me doth seem,
Of Thee, and only Thee, I dream:
The hour of waking soon shall be;
Oh joy! to be absorbed in Thee,
A sunbeam of the Sun Divine!