A Ballad of a Nun
By John Davidson
r^ROM Eastertide to Eastertide
r For ten iong years her patient knees
Engraved the stones—the Httest bride
Of Christ in aii the diocese.
She conquered every earthiy lust;
The abbess ioved her more and more ;
And, as a mark of perfect trust,
Made her the keeper of the door.
High on a hiii the convent hung
Across a duchy iooking down,
Where everlasting mountains Hung
Their shadows over tower and town.
The jewels of their lofty snows
In constellations Hashed at night ;
Above their crests the moon arose ;
The deep earth shuddered with delight.
By John Davidson
r^ROM Eastertide to Eastertide
r For ten iong years her patient knees
Engraved the stones—the Httest bride
Of Christ in aii the diocese.
She conquered every earthiy lust;
The abbess ioved her more and more ;
And, as a mark of perfect trust,
Made her the keeper of the door.
High on a hiii the convent hung
Across a duchy iooking down,
Where everlasting mountains Hung
Their shadows over tower and town.
The jewels of their lofty snows
In constellations Hashed at night ;
Above their crests the moon arose ;
The deep earth shuddered with delight.