Assumption Poem
by St. Anthony of Padua O how wondrous is the dignity of the glorious Virgin!She merited to become the mother of Himwho is the strength and beauty of the angelsand
by St. Anthony of Padua O how wondrous is the dignity of the glorious Virgin!She merited to become the mother of Himwho is the strength and beauty of the angelsand
We saw his light break through the cloud of gloryWhilst we were rooted still in time and placeAs earth became a part of Heaven’s storyAnd heaven opened to his human
1Done is a battell on the dragon blak,Our campioun Chryst confoundit hes his force,The yettis of hell ar brokin with a crak,The signe trivmphall rasit is of the croce.The diuillis
I. In my beginning is my end. In successionHouses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their placeIs an open field, or a factory, or a
Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;And, having harrowd hell, didst bring awayCaptivity thence captive, us to win:This joyous day, deare
I thought I would keep the Easter Season by posting one poem a week in honor of the Risen Christ until the Ascension. Here is a lovely sonnet by Oscar Wilde:
O dearest bloom the seasons know,Flowers of the Resurrection blow,Our hope and faith restore;And through the bitterness of deathAnd loss and sorrow, breathe a breathOf life forevermore! The thought of
The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad the Passover of gladness, the Passover of God. From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky, our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,Though foolishly he lost the same,Decaying more and moreTill he becameMost poor:With theeO let me riseAs lark, harmoniously,And sing this day the victories:Then
Eleanor Farjeon Is best remembered today as the author of “Morning Has Broken”, one of the most beautiful hymns of praise of the 20th century. However, she also knew the excruciating
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