KING ROBERT'S HYMN. HOLY Spirit! Fire divine! Come, thou Father of the poor; Visit us, Consoler best! Thou the bosom's sweetest guest, O blest Light ineffable! With thy faithful amply dwell: Lord of our humanity, Nothing lives without thy ray; Reft of thy enlivening day, All is void and vanity. 218 Veni, Sancte Spiritus. Lava quod est sordidum, Sana quod est saucium, Da tuis fidelibus, Sacrum septenarium: Da perenne gaudium! King Robert's Hymn. What is foul, oh! purify, Water what in us is dry, All our hurts alleviate, Bend our temper's rigidness, Warm our nature's frigidness, Bring back all who deviate! Give them who in thee abide, Give them grace increasingly: 219 FOR INSPIRATION. BEN sarian dolci le preghiere mie, Tu il seme se' dell' opre giuste e pie, Che là germoglian dove ne fai parte; Nessun proprio valor può seguitarte, Se non gli mostri le tue belle vie. Tu nella mente mia pensieri infondi E dalla lingua mia chiari e facondi FOR INSPIRATION. THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, That of its native self can nothing feed: Of good and pious works thou art the seed, That quickens only where thou sayst it may: Unless thou show to us thine own true way, No man can find it; Father! thou must lead. Do thou then breathe those thoughts into my mind, By which such virtue may in me be bred, The fetters of my tongue do thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of thee, And sound thy praises everlastingly. 15 |