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Canada in words addressed to another spirit of the same deep constancy 



and calm: 



Thy soul witliin siich silent pomp did keep, 

 As if humanity were lull'd asleep; 

 So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath, 

 Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, 

 Or tjie soft journey which a planet goes : 

 Life seem'd all calm as its last breath. 



A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast, 

 As if some Halcyon were its guest. 

 And there had built her nest : 

 It hardly now enjoys a greater rest. 



But the garden wakens deeper memories than these. Are not its 

 walls the harp whose unseen, œolian strings have echoed to the voice of 

 cloister melody from mom till eve, 3^ear after year, and in five years of 

 jubilee ? At dawn the Godward day begins : 



Ad Te de luce vigilo. 



During more secular hours there are the busy hum of school and 

 rippling treble of an interlude of play. But, where all is done ad 

 majorem Dei gratiam, even these sounds become attunable to the domin- 

 ant, strain of a glad Te Deum or the full self-surrender of a suit pre- 

 ferred ill forma pauperis to the Throne of Grace: 



Cor amoris viciima. 



At dusk the whole Sisterhood commits soul and body to Heavenly 

 Bafe-keeping for the night: 



In 711 anus tuas. Domine. 



And is not all this but one accordant note in the full chorus of praise 

 addressed by a single Church in a single tongue to the one true God — 

 a chorus of praise unwearied for nineteen Christian centuries, and un- 

 iwearied, still, as, with the sun, it passes from choir to choir unceasingly, 

 among the Catholic faithful the whole world round? 



And even when her Chapel is dim and silent, and the midnight gar- 

 den is only a hushed seclusion at her feet, the watx?hing Ursuline is 

 brought home to the Divine Infinitudes by her very Convent. 

 Here, from her roof-side window, again within the stupendous colos- 

 seum built by Titanic Nature round the arena of Quebec, she finds all 



