And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid! I bear glad tidings; for this happy morn A Saviour and a King to man is born; He sleepeth in a manger lowly laid.” Then rolled along the heavens the glad refrain; “Glory to God on high and peace to men!” Soon from the skies the streaming light was gone, And Night and Silence rested on the hill; But the mute shepherds, looking upward still, Could hear the heavenly echoes rolling on. So evermore the listening world can hear The Angelic Chorus ringing sweet and clear. LADYE CHAPEL AT EDEN HALL BY ELEANOR C. DONNELLY Close to the Sacred Heart, it nestles fair-- A marble poem; an aesthetic dream Of sculptured beauty, fit to be the theme Of angel fancies; a Madonna-prayer Uttered in stone. Round columns light as air, And fretted cornice, Sharon’s Rose is wreathed-- The passion-flower, the thorn-girt lily rare, The palm, the wheat, the grapes in vine-leaves sheathed. Tenderly bright, from mullioned windows glow Our Lady’s chaplet-mysteries. Behold, Her maiden statue in that shrine of snow, Looks upward to the skies of blue and gold; Content that in the crypt, beneath her shining feet, The holy ones repose in dreamless slumber sweet. MARY IMMACULATE BY ELEANOR C. DONNELLY “Pure as the snow,” we say. Ah! never flake Fell through the air One-tenth as fair As Mary’s soul was made for Christ’s dear sake. Virgin Immaculate, The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows, Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows. “Pure as the stars.” Ah! never lovely night Wore in its diadem So pure a gem As that which fills the ages with its light. Virgin Immaculate, The peerless splendors of thy soul by far Outshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star. THE PILGRIM BY ELEANOR DOWNING Behind me lies the mistress of the East, Golden in evening, fairy dome on dome Poised and irised like the far-flung foam Lashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast. Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boast Of all that man may build and little be, Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feast Of shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me, Where all desires and all dreams were rife With lust of flesh and eye and pride of life, Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery-- I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.