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 LADYE CHAPEL AT EDEN HALL

Close to the Sacred Heart, it nestles fair— A marble poem; an aesthetic dream Of sculptured beauty, fit to be the theme Of angel fancies; a Madonna-prayer Uttered in stone. Round columns light as air, And fretted cornice, Sharon's Rose is wreathed— The passion-flower, the thorn-girt lily rare, The palm, the wheat, the grapes in vine-leaves sheathed. Tenderly bright, from mullioned windows glow Our Lady's chaplet-mysteries. Behold, Her maiden statue in that shrine of snow, Looks upward to the skies of blue and gold; Content that in the crypt, beneath her shining feet, The holy ones repose in dreamless slumber sweet.

MARY IMMACULATE

"Pure as the snow," we say. Ah! never flake Fell through the air One-tenth as fair As Mary's soul was made for Christ's dear sake. Virgin Immaculate, The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows, Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows.