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Show Vocation. The blossoms of the peach tint the new day, The maid yet lingers in the sheltered fold, Her father's house, for her the twinkling gold Shines in the garden, and the river way Shows spikes of ffower-de-bie; the flush of May Brightens for her, for her the clouds are rolled Beyond the azure, and old secrets told By new-born birds, no shadows near her stay. Wait, wait, O Maiden, stepping into light. And listen to the Voice within your heart. Like that which spoke to Her through Gabriel; The gleams in peace-bloom and narcissus narcis-sus white Are not the Light of the World; these will depart. List to the Voice, and then, O Maid, choose well. Maurice Francis Egan in "The Magnificat." |
