Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SANTA CHRISTINA, by HENRY VAN DYKE Poet's Biography First Line: Saints are god's flowers, fragrant souls Last Line: With which she blossoms in god's sight. Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus Subject(s): Flowers; God; Saints | ||||||||
SAINTS are God's flowers, fragrant souls That His own hand hath planted, Not in some far-off heavenly place, Or solitude enchanted, But here and there and everywhere, -- In lonely field, or crowded town, God sees a flower when He looks down. Some wear the lily's stainless white, And some the rose of passion, And some the violet's heavenly blue, But each in its own fashion, With silent bloom and soft perfume, Is praising Him who from above Beholds each lifted face of love. One such I knew, -- and had the grace To thank my God for knowing: The beauty of her quiet life Was like a rose in blowing, So fair and sweet, so all-complete And all unconscious, as a flower, That light and fragrance were her dower. No convent-garden held this rose, Concealed like secret treasure; No royal terrace guarded her For some sole monarch's pleasure. She made her shrine, this saint of mine, In a bright home where children played; And there she wrought and there she prayed. In sunshine, when the days were glad, She had the art of keeping The clearest rays, to give again In days of rain and weeping; Her blessed heart could still impart Some portion of its secret grace, And charity shone in her face. In joy she grew from year to year; And sorrow made her sweeter; And every comfort, still more kind; And every loss, completer. Her children came to love her name, -- "Christina," -- 't was a lip's caress; And when they called, they seemed to bless. No more they call, for she is gone Too far away to hear them; And yet they often breathe her name As if she lingered near them; They cannot reach her with love's speech, But when they say "Christina" now 'T is like a prayer or like a vow: A vow to keep her life alive In deeds of pure affection, So that her love shall find in them A daily resurrection; A constant prayer that they may wear Some touch of that supernal light With which she blossoms in God's sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. AGNES' EVE by KENNETH FEARING THINKING ABOUT PAUL CELAN by DENISE LEVERTOV THE TEMPTATIONS OF SAINT ANTHONY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY EL SANTO NINO DE ATOCHA by PAT MORA LA SAGRADA FAMILIA by PAT MORA THE VISITATION / LA VISITACION by PAT MORA NUESTRA SENORA DE LA ANUNCIACION by PAT MORA LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |
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