XXVI.

They seek not; or amiss they seek The cold slight heart and captious brain:— To Love alone those instincts speak Whose challenge never yet was vain.

True Gate of Heaven! As light through glass, So He who never left the sky To this low earth was pleased to pass Through thine unstained Virginity.

Summed up in thee our hearts behold The glory of created things:— From His, thy Son's, corporeal mould Looks forth the eternal King of Kings!