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 And hence we learn with reverence to esteem Of these frail houses, though the grave confines; Sophist may urge his cunning tests, and deem That they are earth;—but they are heavenly shrines.

THE SIGN OF THE CROSS

Whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine I draw the Holy Sign, All good thoughts stir within me, and renew Their slumbering strength divine; Till there springs up a courage high and true To suffer and to do.

And who shall say, but hateful spirits around, For their brief hour unbound, Shudder to see, and wail their overthrow? While on far heathen ground Some lonely Saint hails the fresh odour, though Its source he cannot know?

THE SON OF GOD

The fount of Mary's joy Revealed now lies, For, lo, has not the Boy His Father's eyes?