Saint Cecilia

SAINT CECILIA.

BY ATTIE O'BRIEN

HAT means this high and more than mortal strain? 'Tis St. Cecilia and her wondrous lyre, And from its strings with soft, celestial fire Comes melody that thrills the soul like pain. And love divine is every hymn's refrain; For the most perfect harp of her great heart Vibrates to holy impulses that part Her lips in songs that loftiest heights attain.

Far in the star-bright heavens cherubim Lean o'er the golden gates of paradise, With large, love-lighted eyes, when from the dim, Low land the strains so passing sweet arise, Smiling to think in human hearts should be The flame which feeds their burning harmony.