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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Ignatius Loyola At The Chapel Of Our Lady Of Montserrat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis midnight, and solemn darkness broods<br>In a lonely, sacred fane—<br>The church of Our Lady of Montserrat,<br>So famous throughout all Spain;<br>For countless were the pilgrim hosts<br>Who knelt at that sacred shrine<br>With aching hearts, that came to seek<br>Relief and grace divine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pure as the light of the evening star<br>Shines the lamp’s pale, solemn ray,<br>That burns through midnight’s hush and gloom,<br>As well as the glare of day,<br>Like the Christian soul, enwrapped in God,<br>Resigning each vain delight,<br>Each earthly lure, to burn and shine<br>With pure love in His sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly the gentle radiance falls<br>On a mail-clad warrior there,<br>Who humbly bows his stately head<br>In silent, earnest prayer;<br>It flashes back from his corslet bright,<br>From each shining steel clad hand,<br>And the brow which tells that he was born<br>To pomp and high command. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, who is he, that vigil keeps,<br>Like the warrior knights of old,<br>Through the long lone hours of the silent night,<br>Ere they donned their spurs of gold?<br>A soldier brave and proud is he,<br>And bears a noble name,<br>Since Pampeluna’s glorious day<br>Won Loyola his fame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What doth he at this lowly shrine?<br>What mean those prayers and sighs,<br>The tearful mist that dims the light<br>Of his flashing, eagle eyes?<br>They tell of life’s vain pomps and pride<br>Esteemed as worthless dross,<br>For the dauntless soldier has become<br>The soldier of the Cross. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sword, that once like lightning swept<br>Through ranks of foes hard pressed,<br>Now hangs beside Our Lady’s shrine,<br>Henceforth in peace to rest,—<br>And soon the penitent’s rough, dark robe,<br>His girdle and cowl of gloom,<br>Will replace the soldier’s armor bright,<br>And his lofty, waving plume. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well done, well done, thou warrior brave!<br>A noble choice is thine!<br>What are the laurels of earth beside<br>The joys of bliss divine?<br>And thou hast won, though seeking not,<br>The saint’s undying fame—<br>Christ’s Holy Church will evermore<br>Revere and bless thy name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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In a lonely, sacred fane—
The church of Our Lady of Montserrat,
So famous throughout all Spain;
For countless were the pilgrim hosts
Who knelt at that sacred shrine
With aching hearts, that came to see..."></div>
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