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Article THE REPROOF. ← Page 2 of 2
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The Reproof.
The regal titles of his race Graved on his ashes' resting-place . Moved , but untaught , from death I tuni'd , Weak , earthly pride within me burn'd . " Yes , " 1 exclaim'd , " this gorgeous pile , With fresco'd walls and stately aisle , Shadowing each sainted martyr ' s shrine
, Gemm'd in Mosaic art divine , Is , if on earth th y home may be , Almighty Father , worthy thee . " A suppliant voice fell on my ear , " Ora pro nobis sancta Maria " Rose from the virgins' altar , where A kneeling maiden bent in .
prayer 'Twas not the form—the classic tongue . That on my fixed attention hung ; It was the tone , so hush'd and mild , A mother o ' er her sleeping child , Afraid to break its peaceful slumbers , JsVer prayed in softer , gentler , numbers , I have heard the "' Miserere ' s' swell ,
Like echo in some haunted dell ; I have heard the organ ' s dulcet tone , Pealing around the mighty dome ; But ne ' er heard music like that
prayer—Its soul—its breathless spell was there . Her face was of Italia ' s mould , Such as her daughters bore of old ; A classic head , whose raven hair , Fell o ' er a brow like marble fair ; A chissel'd nostril—a rich lip , Sweeter than H ybla ' s bees e ' er sip .
Fair was she e ' en in Beauty ' s land , A gem of light from nature ' s hand . But blighted—bright her dark eyes shone , Yet ne ' er one ray of light had known ; To all but God , their orbs were dim , Their mental light was turned to him ; I could have wept to view that face
, So rich in beauty ' s every grace ; That look resign'd , of mild content , So pure—so holy—innocent . I mark'd her prayer ; she ask'd not wealth—Light , or its equal blessing , health ! Its simple words were , " Mother mild , Teach me to love thholchild
y y ; To say , howe ' er my life may run , Dread Lord , thy will on earth be done . " Reproved and trembling , on my knee , "The humble heart , " I cried , "in prayer , Father alone is worth y Thee—Thy dwelling place on earth is there . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Reproof.
The regal titles of his race Graved on his ashes' resting-place . Moved , but untaught , from death I tuni'd , Weak , earthly pride within me burn'd . " Yes , " 1 exclaim'd , " this gorgeous pile , With fresco'd walls and stately aisle , Shadowing each sainted martyr ' s shrine
, Gemm'd in Mosaic art divine , Is , if on earth th y home may be , Almighty Father , worthy thee . " A suppliant voice fell on my ear , " Ora pro nobis sancta Maria " Rose from the virgins' altar , where A kneeling maiden bent in .
prayer 'Twas not the form—the classic tongue . That on my fixed attention hung ; It was the tone , so hush'd and mild , A mother o ' er her sleeping child , Afraid to break its peaceful slumbers , JsVer prayed in softer , gentler , numbers , I have heard the "' Miserere ' s' swell ,
Like echo in some haunted dell ; I have heard the organ ' s dulcet tone , Pealing around the mighty dome ; But ne ' er heard music like that
prayer—Its soul—its breathless spell was there . Her face was of Italia ' s mould , Such as her daughters bore of old ; A classic head , whose raven hair , Fell o ' er a brow like marble fair ; A chissel'd nostril—a rich lip , Sweeter than H ybla ' s bees e ' er sip .
Fair was she e ' en in Beauty ' s land , A gem of light from nature ' s hand . But blighted—bright her dark eyes shone , Yet ne ' er one ray of light had known ; To all but God , their orbs were dim , Their mental light was turned to him ; I could have wept to view that face
, So rich in beauty ' s every grace ; That look resign'd , of mild content , So pure—so holy—innocent . I mark'd her prayer ; she ask'd not wealth—Light , or its equal blessing , health ! Its simple words were , " Mother mild , Teach me to love thholchild
y y ; To say , howe ' er my life may run , Dread Lord , thy will on earth be done . " Reproved and trembling , on my knee , "The humble heart , " I cried , "in prayer , Father alone is worth y Thee—Thy dwelling place on earth is there . "