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A WORK OF LOVE.
A CANTICLE FOR THE SACRISTANS OF CARMEL,
AND FOR THOSE SISTERS WHOSE OFFICE IT IS TO MAKE
THE ALTAR BREADS.
What from our lot could us entice! ’Tis ours the altar-breads to make For that tremendous sacrifice Where Christ is offered for our sake. |
Heaven will be here, on sinful earth, When hid beneath these veils of snow: And God be here, in a new birth, Come down to dwell with us below! |
No queens are reigning anywhere In joy as great as ours to-day Our very work is love and prayer, And binds our Spouse to us alway. |
Earth’s highest honors seem as naught, Beside this service of Heaven’s King; Beside this peace, with blessings fraught That Jesus sends on dove-like wing. |
A holy envy fills our hearts For this fair work of our delight: For these small snow-white hosts, whose arts Shall hide the Lamb of God from sight. Yet we His brides, His chosen, are; Our Friend is He, our Spouse is He! And hosts are we, that He, our Star, Transforms to light and ecstasy. |
The priest’s high lot is like our own, In this our daily work for God. Transformed by Him, we tread alone The very path that He once trod. |
By prayers, by acts of love divine, His brave apostles we must aid; With them our grace we must combine, And fight their battles unafraid. |
God, hid beneath these snowy veils, Will hide Him, too, our hearts within. O miracle! our prayer prevails, With Him, for mercy upon sin. |
Our joy, our glory, our delight, O Jesus! is this work for Thee. Thy Heaven is these ciboriums bright Our prayers shall fill with souls for Thee. |
November, 1896.
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