125 THE RHYTHM OF ST. THOMAS AQUINAS TO THE HOLY EUCHARIST. (FROM THE MISSAL.) DEVOUTLY I adore THEE, latent Deity, Who 'neath these symbols truly hid dost lie, In contemplating whom, all whole it faileth me. Our sight, our taste, our touch, in THEE deceiv'd, Whatever God's Son spake that hold I sooth, Hidden on the Cross lay only Deity, Seek that which the repenting thief sought too. Thy wounds, with Thomas, though I do not see, Of the Lord's death, oh! Thou memoriall, O! JESU Lord! Oh! Pelican full mild, JESU! whom veilèd I now look upon, I pray let that for which I thirst be done, That I, with face reveal'd, beholding THEE, May with thy glory's vision blessed be. Amen. Φ. The above is an attempt to render the Latin of St. Thomas in a quaint English style, like that of some of the devotional poets of the seventeenth century. "OH MARY, CONCEIVED WITHOUT SIN, PRAY FOR ME, WHO HAVE RECOURSE TO THEE." Her prayer was scarcely ended, when there happened such a storm that neither St. Benedict nor his sister could set foot out of doors," &c. "St. Benedict, lifting up his eyes to heaven, he saw the soul of his sister ascending in the shape of a dove."- Butler, Life of St. Scholastica, Virgin. SHE knelt beside him, and the dove "And stay, my own dear brother, stay, Already shines the evening star. "The evening star, that ever bears Resemblance to the Queen of Heaven, Her smiles are most for sorrow's tears, "Then rest thee, brother, rest thee here, My spirit, love, shall pray for thine. "Thou wilt not. Then I'll ask of Him, "Now, brother, rest, and thank His love, But while this storm is dark above, The moon was up, its lustre pale Was glistening on each dewy flower, His heart was melting in its love, And when he lifted up his eyes, That bird of silver pinion flew; And when he woke as from a dream, He took her in his arms and wept, The love that should have watched thee, slept "While my weak spirit slothful grew, "Then rest thee, sister, rest thee here No lily will adorn thy bier That's whiter than that soul of thine. "Scholastica! my sister, rest! And when a spotless dove I see, I'll think it is thy spirit blest, And whisper, Sister, pray for me!' "Soft be the dews that o'er thee fall, Bright may the flowers above thee bloom, "Now thou art with our Mother dear! "Forgive, forgive me, that I've wept, For thou didst fly away from me, While love, that should have watched thee, slept,- Feast of St. John Francis Regis. M. C. A. The Catholic Magazine. THE NAVE OF THE CHURCH. CHAPTER IV. Quodcunque in orbe nexibus revinxeris In fine mundi judicabis sæculum.". Hymn. ad Vesp. in Festo Cathedræ Sti. Petri, quâ Romæ primum sedit. What, PETER, thou on earth with thongs shalt bind, Shall in the citadel of stars be bound: What here thy delegated power doth loose, Shall in the Highest Heavens be ratified, THOU who at earth's last day the world shalt judge." As the happiest form of human government is that of a parental despotism, could we be always secure of its continuance in the person of a worthy sovereign,—so when we reflect aright, we shall find that this, though uncertain on earth, is secure in heaven, seeing that, as GOD'S creatures, we are made to live for ever under the secure and everliving rule of His Despotism of Love. But what we can only look forward to in Heaven, as the last end and object of our being, and what in civil government, however perfect, from the mutability of human agency, as well as from that strange caprice of passion which affects not only the governor, but more often in these unhappy days the governed, must necessarily be unattainable,— is yet in a higher sense no Utopia, but a reality which even here on earth can be obtained,—yea, which we do enjoy, all we who sit under the vice-gerent rule of Holy Church, and bask in the rays of her absolute authority. For while her sceptre is one of love, and her bearing towards her children tender as a mother to her weak and often thought9 NO. IX.-VOL. II.-SEPT. 1843. |