THE PASSION«FLOWER. 69 
To breathe into all Christian hearts 
It’s holy sentiment. 
And in the after-times, when kings 
Of Christian fathers came; 
And to profess the faith of Christ 
No longer purchased shame: 
When abbeys rose in towered state; 
And over wood and dell, 
Went sounding, with a royal voice, 
The stately minster-bell : 
Then was the abbey-garden made 
All with the nicest care; 
Its little borders quaintly cut 
In fancies rich and rare. 
And there they brought all curious plants, 
With sainted names, a flower 
For every saint’s day of the year, — 
For every holy hour; 
And there was set, in pride of place, 
The noble passion-flower. 
