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 "Pure as the stars." Ah! never lovely night Wore in its diadem So pure a gem As that which fills the ages with its light. Virgin Immaculate, The peerless splendors of thy soul by far Outshine the glow of heaven's serenest star.

THE PILGRIM

Behind me lies the mistress of the East, Golden in evening, fairy dome on dome Poised and irised like the far-flung foam Lashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast. Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boast Of all that man may build and little be, Mart of the world's base passions, where thy feast Of shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me, Where all desires and all dreams were rife With lust of flesh and eye and pride of life, Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery— I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.

Before me lies the desert and the night, White star and gold above a pathless waste, Blue shade and gray to where the world effaced Flings loose its shadows on the lap of God. Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod, In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,