75%

The Priest and The Maiden

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
The Priest and The Maiden (1860)
Marion Hooker Roe
134163The Priest and The Maiden1860Marion Hooker Roe

BENEDICTE ! child of sin,
I have come thy heart to win
From the gay and careless world,
That thy thoughts may all be furled
'Round the banner-staff of Heaven,
And thy soul to God be given.
Yonder, 'neath our convent's dome,
Waits for thee a peaceful home ;
There are relics, saints and shrines,
Sacred lore and mystic lines;
There the holy sister-band
Wait to take thee by the hand.
Leave thy childish, aimless life,
Nerve thee for the spirit's strife;
Leave thy vain and thoughtless friends,
Seek the path that heavenward tends.

O, no ! holy father, I still must be,
As I ever have been, unchecked and free;
For I love, with a love that never will fade,
All the wonderful things that God has made:
The broad old fields where the wild flowers
The deep ravines where the young brooks flow;
The stern old rocks and the solemn trees,
And the playful, wandering and whispering breeze:
And the birds and the stars, and the tempests wild:
I love them all, for I'm Nature's child;
And the friends that I love are ever true,
And I cannot leave them to go with you,
In the joyousness of my budding bloom,
To immure myself in a living tomb.
There is one, with a dark and thoughtful eye,
Who is to all others a mystery;
But his soul is to me an open book,
And I read his mood in his slightest look;
And shutting me up in your convent gray
Would be taking the light of his life away,
And I never should kneel in my cloister dim,
But my thoughts would be far away with him ;
Nor the vesper-bell ever strike my ear,
But his low, deep voice I should list to hear,
Saying, 'Lora, come now to our altar-tree,—
Lora, dear Lora, come worship with me.'
I know I'm a wicked and wayward child,
But there are a thousand voices mild,
In the streamlet and flowers, in the forest and air,
That go up each moment in praise and prayer,
And the children who love them remembered are;
And each brings an answer of peace from Heaven,
And each one whispers, 'Thou art forgiven.'
O, no! holy father, I still must be,
As I ever have been, unchecked and free!"

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse