THE BISHOP'S WELCOME.
The following poem was read by Right Rev. F. X. Leray, of New Orleans, at the banquet given last Sunday in honor of Bishop Gallagher, in Galveston, Texas.
Tall arches rise in solemn pride Before the great Cathedral door,And flowery garlands softly flingTheir fragrance out, and sway and swing Above the tessellated floor.
Within the grand, majestic nave The rarest roses bloom the while;And lilies, pure as virgin snow,Bend down their spotless heads, and blow Their breath across the tinted aisle.
Bright wreaths of every shade and hue About each stately column twine;Along the lofty pictured wall,Where solemn shadows play and fall, Bright, beaming emblems glint and shine.
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