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Show The Assumption. (Maurice Francis Egan.) She sees no splendid thrones or cherubim cheru-bim That crowd the space which ' it not earthly space. As she arises; there is but one face Before her eyes the happy face of Him The little Child that smiled: the world grows dim And very small, the sea a thread in lace Of many threads at last she shall embrace The Child that waits beyond the vague world's rim. The blood-stained brow, the thorns she sees no more! Has she not seen them long by day and night? The fainting body and the cruel art! No crown she sees, but on the golden floor. Clothed in the raiment of the whitest light, The Chiid she lost, the Heart of her own heart! |