Whitsunday

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  Mother of the sons of God,
  Image of the house supernal,
  Conservator of the Blood
  Ever changeless and eternal,
  Thou who while the ages wear
  Spread'st thy tents unfailingly,
  Battling, suffering, voiced with prayer,
  Here and to the farthest sea,

  Camp of those whose hope is might,
  Church of Him who is eternal,
  Where wast thou? -- what pit or height
  Hid thee at thy birth supernal,
  When thy King, by traitor-bands
  Doomed to die on calvary,
  Purpled o'er those hallowed sands --
  Altar for eternity?

  When the sacred Body, come
  From sepulchral darkness free,
  Mighty, from the breathless tomb,
  Breathed a new vitality;
  And when in His hand He brought
  Price of pardon, paid alone,
  From this earthy world of naught
  Rising to His Father's throne;

  Thou, companion of His groaning,
  Knowing then as knowing now
  His mysterious atoning,
  Deathless daughter, where wast thou? --
  Terror-stricken, watching only
  Where thou mad'st thy hidden stay,
  In oblivion and lonely,
  Waiting for that promised day,

  When descending on thee came
  The renewing SPIRIT, and
  Bright, an unconsume'd flame
  Kindled on thy glowing hand;
  When, a signal on the mountain,
  He re-set thee in thy place,
  And upon thy lips the fountain
  Opened of redeeming grace.

  As the swift descending light
  Showers, while morning twilight closes,
  Waking varied colors bright
  Where its golden foot reposes,
  So the voices multiplied,
  Instinct with the SPIRIT's word,
  Arab, Parthian, Elamide
  Each in his own idiom heard:

  "Pagan men from every shore,
  Lo, Solima's mystery!
  Cease vain idols to adore,
  List the holy, heavenly cry:
  'Weary of defiled ways,
  Earth, O earth return to HIM.' " --
  Ye, also, of coming days
  Opening now that happier time,

  Spouses, whom a leap advises
  Of the burden yet concealed
  And the trembling heart premises
  Augured pains of womb unsealed,
  To no goddess now accord
  Worship, vow, or mother's prayer;
  A deposit for the LORD
  Is the creature growing there.

  Shall she tasting slavery's curse
  Kiss her baby with a sigh
  And on happy breasts that nurse
  Free born gaze with envying eye?
  To the poor the LORD doth give
  Heirship in the realm He bought
  And on every child of Eve
  In His saving sorrow thought.

  Liberty before unknown
  Speak the heavens, and nations new,
  Conquests new, and glory won,
  Virtue fairer to pursue,
  Peace new-born that aye abides,
  Peace that fears nor smiles can shake
  Nor worldly wiles. The world derides
  Giving not and cannot take.

  O prevailing SPIRIT, come
  To Thy solemn altars! We,
  Hermits in a forest home,
  Wanderers on the lonely sea
  From Lebanon to Andes hoar,
  From Erin's green to bald Haiti,
  Scattered over every shore,
  Joined into one heart by Thee,

  We implore Thee! O forgiving
  SPIRIT, now descend again,
  Aid Thy own in holy living,
  Aid, also, unknowing men;
  Come and re-create; revive
  Dead hearts> doubting and in sins;
  Vanquish and the vanquished give,
  Divine reward, Thyself who wins.

  Come as Love and softly lay
  Haughty passion, ire, revenge;
  Thoughts inspire the final day,
  Full of memories, will not change;
  All the gifts Thy grace disposes
  Nourish with perennial power,
  As the quickening Sun uncloses
  From the inactive germ the flower,

  Which, unsolaced and unfed,
  On the sod will slowly die,
  Lifting ne'er its bloom outspread
  In all the colors of the sky,
  Unless to it, fused in air,
  Soft returns, genial and bright,
  Giver of vigor everywhere,
  Tireless commissary, heavenly light.

  We implore Thee! comfort bring
  On the thoughts of them who weep,
  Soft as evening Zephyrs wing,
  Soothing as breezes from the deep.
  Fall a whirlwind on the haughty
  Thoughts of selfish, cruel men;
  Breathe a fear to teach their naughty
  Spirits piety again.

  Through Thee may the poor his eye
  Lifting heavenward -- to his own --
  Turn his sighs to songs of joy
  Thinking on his LIKES unknown.
  Him with pienty graced to live
  Wearing smiles that goodness wakes
  In shrinking silence mind to give --
  Which with Thee acceptance makes.

  Breathe into the ineffable smile,
  Of our darling infant throng;
  Cheeks of every damosel
  Crimson deep at hint of wrong;
  To the hidden virgins send
  Hidden joys like those above;
  Innocent bliss to spouses lend,
  Faith and consecrated love;

  Temper the glow1 of ardent youth,
  Proud self-confidence forfend;
  Prosper manhood's plans of truth
  Onward, upward to their end.
  Crown the head of hoary hairs
  With glory holiness doth paint;
  Brighten the wandering gaze that wears
  The dying visions of the saint.

© Alessandro Manzoni