SAINT AGNES.
In spotless robe, with folded hands,
And heavenward gaze, Saint Agnes stands;
Her feet in sandals firmly shod,
From earth she turns to walk with God.
And heavenward gaze, Saint Agnes stands;
Her feet in sandals firmly shod,
From earth she turns to walk with God.
A snow-white lamb is by her side,
Fit emblem of the Crucified;
The patience, meekness in its face,
Teach lessons to our erring race.
Fit emblem of the Crucified;
The patience, meekness in its face,
Teach lessons to our erring race.
A voice steals on the hallowed air—
The lips of Agnes move in prayer,
In murmurs soft as zephyr's breath,
That lightly fans the couch of death.
The lips of Agnes move in prayer,
In murmurs soft as zephyr's breath,
That lightly fans the couch of death.
"Father, Thy child would know Thy will,
She waits Thy purpose to fulfil;
Unchained from sense, she fain would be,
In holiest bonds now joined to Thee."
She waits Thy purpose to fulfil;
Unchained from sense, she fain would be,
In holiest bonds now joined to Thee."
