To Cecilia Catherine Lawton

An Acrostic

Choral service, solemn chanting, Echoing round cathedrals holy-- Can aught else on earth be wanting In heav'n's bliss to plunge us wholly? Let us great Cecilia honour In the praise we give unto them, And the merit be upon her.

Cold the heart that would undo them, And the solemn organ banish That this sainted Maid invented. Holy thoughts too quickly vanish, Ere the expression can be vented. Raise the song to Catherine, In her torments most divine! Ne'er by Christians be forgot-- Envied be--this Martyr's lot. Lawton, who these names combinest, Aim to emulate their praises; Women were they, yet divinest Truths they taught; and story raises O'er their mouldering bones a Tomb, Not to die till Day of Doom.

ACROSTIC,