Ad Matrem, in Caelis (verse)
O'Donnell, Charles L.
<iAd Matretn, in Caelis I can remember flowers at your hand, Summer and autumn, spring, Nor less when winter in our northern land Forbade your bird to sing, Geraniums in the dining room For...
...iAd Matretn, in Caelis I can remember flowers at your hand, Summer and autumn, spring, Nor less when winter in our northern land Forbade your bird to sing, Geraniums in the dining room For you would bloom...
...Charles L. O'Donnell...
...And if beside you walk two saints of God, I know what saints they are— Lover of birds and bees and bloom, who trod Umbria, afar, And the sweetest bud of time's last hour— The Little Flower...
...Dear heart, in gardens of the ever fair Sweet summer of the saints I know you walk, unchanged, in a gentle air Where the breath of roses faints, And no eyes are happier than your eyes In Paradise...
Vol. 3 • January 1926 • No. 9
