The Head that was once
crowned with thorns
is crowned with Gloria now ;
a royal diadem addorns the
mighty victor's brow.
. . .
The Cross He bears is life and health
though shame and death to Him :
His people's hope ,
His people's wealth ;
their everlasting theme.
. . .
Part VI
First Voice
' But tell me, tell me ! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing --
What makes that ship drive on so fast ?
What is the Ocean doing ? '
Second Voice
Still as a slave before his lord,
The Ocean has no blast ;
The great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast --
If he may know which way to go ;
For she guides him in smooth or grim.
See, brother, see ! how graciously
She looked down on him.
. . .
Il Puro ha udito il musico susurro de le vergini stelle e ne li abissi cerca se stesso solamente e ha fissi occhi d'amore ne l'immenso azzurro.
Bring forth therefore fruits worthy of repentance, and begin not to say within yourselves, We have Abraham to our father: for I say unto you, That God is able of these stones to raise up children unto Abraham.
Little flower,
but if I could understand
what you are,
root and all in all,
I should know
what GOD and man IS.
