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Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Te libenter sociare,
Fac ut portem Christi mortem
Passionis fac consortem
Fac me plagis vulnerari,
Ob amorem Filii.
Inflammatus et accensus,
Per te Virgo sim defensus,
Fac me cruce custodiri,
Quando corpus morietur
In sempiterna secula,
Give me beneath the cross to stand
With thee, O Virgin, hand in hand,Let it be so !
Maid of maids, most pure, most holy, Spurn not one who seeks thee lowly, Let me weep with thee.
Strengthen me Christ's cross to bear; In His bitter passion share;
All His anguish see.
By His wounds let me be wounded, On His cross my hopes be grounded, In His love find power.
Kindled into holy fervour,
Be thou Virgin my preserver,
By Christ's cross may I be guarded,
At this mortal's last disruption
Let my soul in incorruption
Up to heaven rise!
For ever and ever,
A MIDSUMMER DAY'S DREAM OF
What without mind is matter worth?
A mountain's but a mass of earth,
E'en man, the lord of all, as nil is,
He might as well have gone on still
And pedlar schemes of sage Ulysses.
And as with glory, sure I am
It is with learning, and it was well For great lexicographic Sam
To have his satellitic Boswell.
This little streamlet of reflection,
Spectres of bartizan and bastion crowning
The rugged steep, by nature and by skill Adapted thus, seemed o'er the valley frowning, As if they held it in subjection still.
All looked as if it told, or ought to tell
A tale of elder time-adventure, battle,
High deeds and names, on which may proudly dwell Our memories in this age of peace and prattle.
Calling up spirits from the vasty deep"
Of History or Tradition ;-what are there Of such around these mouldering crags that sleep? Where is there story? Echo answers "Where?”
'Twas in a day and hour when red September's Meridian sun in floating solstice lay,
Making the naked crags burn like the embers
Above-around-a trembling fervour played,
O'er earth and sky a mystic mantle hung.
Lulled by the dreamy influence of the scene, With eyelids sometimes open, sometimes closing,
I fell into a state somewhat between
An owlet's waking and a weasel's dosing.
And musing what had been the "march of ages' On that embattled but unstoried crag,
I spied one of those modern pilgrimages
A pic-nic up the steep its "slow length drag."
At this reunion there were assisting
Things two and four legg'd of the usual classes, Of which as elements they're found consistingYoung men and maids, old ditto, horses, asses.
These elements, dividing or uniting,
Combined to form one grand harmonious whole, Which I might term a system, were I writing After the new and scientific school.
There was an antiquarian gent, haranguing
A geologic, with his hammer chipping
To seek for indications there of iron.
There was a donkey troop, which bore a bevy Of ladies-matrons, damsels, widows, wives; While a bare-footed corps, with batons heavy,
And curses far from light, the squadron drives.