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Rh Fr. Sekanina (b. 1875).

Dost thou know what it was?—'Twas the kiss that Love shed.
 * Thou wouldst say: 'Twas the sunshine that to us came streaming.

Lo, the lilies and daisies their blossoms have spread
 * And the bounteous gleaming!

But I say: 'Twas the kiss that Love did bestow.
 * A minstrel from Heaven on pinions came straying

To the shrine of the soul, o'er the keys he bent low,
 * And at a High Mass he the Kyrie is playing.

This sunlight unceasing is shining forth clear;
 * From their gold-bedecked buds the lilies unfold;

The priest in white garb to the altar draws near,
 * And the fragrance of incense is steeped in the gold..

"" (1901). 