THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY VISITIN ELIZABETH. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of one th bringeth good tidings!-Is. lii. "Montes, superbum verticem." YE mountains, bend ye low, In maiden fear conceal'd, Long hid in quiet home, She now abroad doth come, With charity her shield. She flies without delay,— She flies from human eyes, Not to be seen, she flies, And fears lest aught betray. Blest earth, whereon she trod, Put forth your fragrance sweet ;Blest hills, that felt her feet, The mother with her God. More blest ye friends, whose guest She now doth silence break, Of heavenly things to speak, And where her footsteps rest. The Father, who doth send, ST. MARY MAGDALENE. AT THE FIRST VESPERS. What a word is this! for with authority and power He com mandeth the unclean spirits, and they come out.-LUKE iv. 36. "Procul maligni cedite spiritus." AVAUNT, ye fiends unclean, Spare the worn Magdalene From your tormenting bands: They hear Christ's voice in dread dismay- Now, to herself restor❜d, She follows Christ alone, And treasures every word Which she from Him hath won ;And now, beneath the accursed wood Whereon He hung, she weeping stood. She, haply, fondly deems That she would bear His pains, Of all our guilty stains ; His dying head she sees Him bow, To Father, and to Son, As hath been aye of yore; To Spirit, ever one, Be praise for evermore : In whom our souls, all newly born, AT MIDNIGHT. They shall look upon Me, and they shall mourn as one mournfor his only son, and shall be in bitterness for Him, as one at is in bitterness for his first-born-ZECH. XII. "Plagis Magistri saucia." SAD Mary feels in her own breast No raging crowds her spirit meek, 'Mid soldiers fierce she dares to seek Ah, Mary, thou dost little know He whom thou lovest thee shall claim, O might I touch Thy sacred feet, Adoring, cling to Thee! Nay, raise thy thoughts to joys more meet, For immortality. The promises are fully wrought, First of Apostles thou, Sent to Apostles, by thee taught The tidings glad to know. |