ONE silver star with evening's twilight strove; Mid the dark pines, which base and summit hide, A lone lamp glimmer'd on the mountain side, As 'twere that star reflected from above; The chapel of the Virgin! cold in love, And proud of heart, forbear ye to deride; Judge not his conscience, nor a brother chide, Though to yourselves a stumbling-block it prove. On this pure spot, its shrine with offerings hung, Its rock by knees of suppliant pilgrims worn, Intruding—dare I prayerless hence depart? "Hail! Virgin mother, highly blest!" my tongue Repeats the salutation, while my heart Bows down in worship to the Virgin-born. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PASSING SHOW by AMBROSE BIERCE JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE RICH YOUNG RULER QUESTIONS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS CIVILIZATION by E. P. BROWNING BOTHWELL CASTLE by WILLIAM CAMERON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO JAMES KING OF BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |