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Show IN THE TEMPLE. Whitest Flower in God's garden. Pure as sunlight's clearest ray Comes the Mother to the temple, Israel's custom to obey. And her lily-soul as spotless As the snow-flake falling free. I Glows with still greater brightness In her grand humility. j At the Altar stands the Mother. j And her heart is bleeding sore. i From the knife-like words of Simeon, J Ah: how soon her joys are o'er! For a vision dim of Calvary Floats before her startled eyes. As with priest-like hand she offers now The Lamb of Sacrifice. See! the doves are nestling closer To her maiden breast. Do they know-That know-That she is the ark of salvation. Like Noah's of long ago? And their rich-toned love-notes echo The music of her soul. Where the Dove of the Holy Spirit Holds her heart-strings in control. Blessed doves, to pay such ransom! Claims she now her Babe divine: And her heart is thenceforth His Altar, His sacrificial shrine. Feast of the Purification. ino.". FLORENCE O'NIELL, "07. St. Mary's Academy. |