Identifier: florenceinpoetry00ryan (find matches)
Title: Florence in poetry, history and art
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Ryan, Sara Agnes
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Publisher: Chicago, Mayer and Miller Co.
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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orse can be—She scolds in parlors, dusts and trims, Watches and counts. Oh, is this she Whom Francis met, whose step was free,Who with Obedience caroled hymns, In Umbria walked with Chastity? Where is her Ladyship? Not here,Not among modern kinds of men; Not in the stony fields, where clear Through the thin trees the skies appear,In delicate spare soil and fen, And slender landscape and austere. 1 The Providence, that governeth the world,In depth of counsel by created kenUnfathomable, to the end that she (the Church),Who with loud cries was spoused in precious blood,Might keep her footing toward her well-beloved (Jesus Christ),Safe in herself and constant unto him,Hath two ordained, who should on either handIn chief escort her: one (Francis) seraphic allIn fervency; for wisdom upon earth,The other, (Dominic) splendor of cherubic light.I but of one will tell: he tells of both,Who one commendeth, which of them soeerBe taken: for their deeds were to one end.—Dante, in the Paradiso.30
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sq o2 $4 P IT- o f -* *>■-: r 1 1 4 hj S.p 5. r^ E. « rs 2 52 p £jj 3 2. s. ^ r* ■«i The Saints. Dominic was born in Old Castile in 1170 andin 1215 lie founded his great Order at Toulouse.He overcame the Albigensian heresy in Francethrough the power of the Rosary and his Orderwas professedly the Guardian of the Faith. THE VISION OF ST. DOMINIC. He knelt alone on the cold grey stone In the shrine outside the city,And he prayed to the Queen in heaven above For her gracious help and pity.Sore he wept oer the fold of Christ That the wolves had broken their fences,And unchristian strife was in Christendom rife, A strife with the Albigenses. 0 Lady, he cried, I have preached far andwide, I have fasted and watched in anguish;How long, how long, shall the Bride of Christ In sorrow and weakness languish?Shall the foemans host be able to boast In pages of future story,That hell prevailed and His promise failed, Alas! for thy Sons dear glory! He ceased his moan, and a radiance shone On

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