On the Catholic Priesthood
A Babe on the breast of his mother
Reclines in the valley of love,
And smiles like a beautiful lily
Caressed by the rays from above.
A child at the knee of his mother
Who is counting her decades of prayer,
Discovers the cross of her chaplet,
And kisses the Sufferer there.
A boy with a rosary kneeling
Alone in the temple of God,
And begging the wonderful favour
To walk where the Crucified trod.
A Student alone in his study,
With pallid and innocent face;
He raises his head from the pages
And lists to the murmur of grace.
A cleric with mortified features,
Studious, humble, and still,
In every motion a meaning,
In every action a will.
A Man at the foot of the altar -
A Christ at the foot of the cross,
Where every loss is a profit,
And every gain is a loss.
A Deified Man on a mountain,
His arms uplifted and spread -
With one he is raising the living,
with one he is loosing the dead.
Source: Rev. D. B. Collins (NewYork), from Irish Monthly (July, 1890)
Lyra Hieratica: poems on the priesthood / collected from many by Fr. Thomas Edward Bridgett,, 1829-1899.