To the Rev. Father Strappini, S.J.
Ashen cross traced on brow!
Iron cross hid in breast!
Have power, bring patience, now:
Bid passion be at rest.
O sad, dear, days of Lent!
Now lengthen your gray hours:
If so we may repent,
Before the time of flowers.
Majestical, austere,
The sanctuaries look stern:
All silent! all severe!
Save where the lone lamps burn.
Imprisoned there above
The world's indifferency:
Still waits Eternal Love,
With wounds from Calvary.
Come! mourning companies;
Come! to sad Christ draw near:
Come! sin's confederacies;
Lay down your malice here.
Here is the healing place,
And here the place of peace:
Sorrow is sweet with grace
Here, and here sin hath cease.
1893.