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AN URSULINE EPIC 



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iliat Earth can show her of Eternity :— the home of a vanished past, 

 lost to all record or tradition ; the home, too, of doeds to stir the hearts 

 of men while history remains; the scene now of quickening life along 

 the great, ship-bearing Eiver, in the busy streets, and among the girl- 

 hood at school beside her: and then the hills, the old, the everlasting 

 hills ; and the primordial tides, throbbing so far inland with the full 

 pulse of the Atlantic; the wide, wide sky; the universe of stars; the 

 view of all immensity. 



Murs, ville 

 Et port. 

 Asile 

 De mort. 

 Mer grise 

 Oil brise 

 La brise — 

 Tout dort. 



Ce bruit vague 

 Qui s'endort. 

 C'est la vague 

 Sur le, bord; 

 C'est la plainte 

 Presqu'éteinte 

 D'une sainte 

 Pour un mort. 



On doute 



La nuit 



J'écoute 



Tout fuit, 

 Toult passe, 

 L'espace 

 Efface 

 Le bruit. 



Then, when an angel lays his ear to this still convent, as we lay 

 ours to catch the voice of Ocean whispering thnugh a single shell, he 

 surely hears those undertones of lowly human service which are the soul 

 of all the harmonies on high. 



