IX. Ah me! how lovely they must be Whom God has glorified; Yet one of them, O sweetest thought! Is ever at my side. X. Then for thy sake, dear Angel! now More humble will I be: But I am weak, and when I fall, O weary not of me: XI. O weary not, but love me still, Her worst of sons have been. XII. She will reward thee with a smile; Thou know'st what it is worth! For Mary's smiles each day convert The hardest hearts on earth. XIII. Then love me, love me, Angel dear! And I will love thee more; And help me when my soul is cast Upon the eternal shore. XXV. ST. PETER AND ST. PAUL. I. It is no earthly summer's ray That sheds this golden brightness round, Crowning with heavenly light the day The Princes of the Church were crowned. II. The blessed Seer to whom were given And he that keeps the keys of heaven III. Fathers of mighty Rome, whose word Shall pass the doom of life or death,— By humble cross and bleeding sword Well have they won their laurel wreath. IV. O happy Rome, made holy now By these two martyrs' glorious blood, Earth's best and fairest cities bow By thy superior claims subdued. V. For thou alone art worth them all, City of martyrs! thou alone Canst cheer our pilgrim hearts, and call The Saviour's sheep to Peter's throne. |