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Ah me! Ah me! I know not why This little bird with folded wings, The cross, the tender azure sky, Their pure, exceeding beauty brings Swift tears, and smites my heart, till I Am almost fain To hide mine eyes for very pain! AH ME AH ME I KNOW NOT WHY THIS LITTLE BIRD WITH FOLDED WINGS THAT CROSS THE TENDER AZURE SKY THEIR PURE EXCEEDING BEAUTY BRINGS SWIFT TEARS AND SMITES MY HEART TILL I AM ALMOST FAIN TO HIDE MINE EYES FOR VERY PAIN
wise before me floats A vision of the vanished time. I see again The little band from sunny Spain, Those godly ones, and full of grace, And without stain, Who, heeding neither toil nor pain, Desiring men of every race, That such might see sweet Jesus’ face, And that at length the Lord might reign Among all peoples, even so, Sought in the wilderness this place, And consecrated, long ago. And gazing on the sacred pile Their hands upreared in loving zeal, My heart goes forth to them the while, Those faithful fathers, true and leal! How oft along each cloistered aisle They counted o’er and o’er their beads, While in this garden, unawares, The fragrant flowers sowed their seeds. —And richly as the flowers, the prayers Bore fruit in gentle deeds! In arched embrasures, lifted high Against the sky, The bells in clear-cut beauty show; And loftier still, surmounting all, And blessing thus the ancient wall, A cross,—and on its summit, lo! A slender bird with pearly breast Sits peacefully at rest!  ANCIENT BELLS BEGIN TO CHIME IN SHADOWY WISE BEFORE ME FLOATS A VISION OF THE VANISHED TIME I SEE AGAIN THE LITTLE BAND FROM SUNNY SPAIN THOSE GODLY ONES AND FULL OF GRACE AND WITHOUT STAIN WHO HEEDING NEITHER TOIL NOR PAIN DESIRING MEN OF EVERY RACE THAT SUCH MIGHT SEE SWEET JESUS FACE AND THAT AT LENGTH THE LORD MIGHT REIGN AMONG ALL PEOPLE EVEN SO SAW IN THE WILDERNESS THIS PLACE AND CONSECRATED LONG AGO AND GAZING ON THE SACRED PILE THEIR HANDS UPREARED IN LOVING ZEAL MY HEART GOES FORTH TO THEM THE WHILE THOSE FAITHFUL FATHERS TRUE AND LEAL HOW OFT ALONG EACH CLOISTER'S ISLE THEY COUNTED O'ER AND O'ER THEIR BEADS WHILE IN THIS GARDEN UNAWARES THE FRAGRANT FLOWERS SOWED THEIR SEEDS AND RICHLY AS THE FLOWERS THE PRAYERS BORE FRUIT IN GENTLE DEEDS IN ARCHED EMBRASURES LIFTED HIGH AGAINST THE SKY THE BELLS IN CLEAR CUT BEAUTY SHOW AND LOFTIER STILL SURMOUNTING ALL AND BLESSING THUS THE ANCIENT WALL ACROSS AND ON ITS SUMMIT LOW A SLENDER BIRD WITH PURELY BREAST SITS PEACEFULLY AT REST
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