A glorious pageant filled the church of the proud old city of Rheims, One such as poet artists choose to form their loftiest themes: There France beheld her proudest sons grouped in a glittering ring,...
He stood on the wood-crowned summit Of our mountain's regal height, And gazed on the scene before him, By October's golden light, And his dark eyes, earnest, thoughtful, Lit up with a softer ray...
Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom, Their folded leaves emit alone a sweet though faint perfume, But, oh! than brightest bud or flower to me are they more dear,...
Grief reigns now within the convent walls, And sadly float through its silent halls The notes of a requiem - solemn, clear, Falling like wail on each listening ear,...
On proud Mount Royal's Eastern side, In view of St. Lawrence's silver tide, Are two stone towers of masonry rude, With massive doors of time-darken'd wood: Traces of loop-holes are in the walls,...
Soft and holy Vesper Hour - Precursor of the night - How I love thy soothing power, The hush, the fading light; Raising those vain thoughts of ours To higher, holier things -...
"O maiden, peerless, come dwell with me, And bright shall I render thy destiny: Thou shalt leave thy cot by the green hillside, To dwell in a palace home of pride, Where crowding menials, with lowly mien,...
The night lamp is faintly gleaming Within my chamber still, And the heavy shades of midnight Each gloomy angle fill, And my worn and weary watchers Scarce dare to move or weep,...
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot, Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot Since first, 'neath thy mortal old, The spouses of Christ - working out God's will, Meekly entered, their mission high to fill...
Virgin of Bethlehem! spouse of the Holy One! Star of the pilgrim on life's stormy sea! Humbler thy lot was than this world's most lowly one, List to the prayers that we offer to thee! ...