'Tis midnight, and solemn darkness broods In a lonely, sacred fane - The church of Our Lady of Montserrat, So famous throughout all Spain; For countless were the pilgrim hosts...
Buried in childhood's cloudless dreams, a fair-haired nursling lay, A soft smile hovered round the lips as if still oped to pray; And then a vision came to him, of beauty, strange and mild,...
Fair as a wreath of fresh spring flowers, a band of maidens lay On the velvet sward - enjoying the golden summer day; And many a ringing silv'ry laugh on the calm air clearly fell,...
The clouds that promise a glorious morrow Are fading slowly, one by one; The earth no more bright rays may borrow From her loved Lord, the golden sun; Gray evening shadows are softly creeping,...
Hush, mourning mother, wan and pale! No sobs - no grieving now: No burning tears must thou let fall Upon that cold still brow; No look of anguish cast above, Nor smite thine aching breast,...
The dusky warriors stood in groups around the funeral pyre, The scowl upon their knotted brows betrayed their vengeful ire. It needed not the cords, the stake, the rites so stern and rude,...
* In process of demolition when this poem was written. The Recollect Friars purchased the ground on which the church in question was built in 1692, and on it they constructed a temporary chapel. The actual edifice, however, was...
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,...
In days long gone by it was the custom of the Indian warriors of the forest to assemble at the Great Cataract and offer a human sacrifice to the Spirit of the Falls. The offering consisted of a white canoe, full of ripe fruits ...
Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice, Well may'st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice: A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,...
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...
We welcome thy coming, bright, sunny Spring, To this snow-clad land of ours, For sunshine and music surround thy steps, Thy pathway is strewn with flowers; And vainly stern Winter, with brow of gloom,...
Nay tell me not that, with shivering fear, You shrink from the thought of wintering here; That the cold intense of our winter-time Is severe as that of Siberian clime,...