San Miniato*
See,I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Were once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,
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And throned upon the Crescent moon
The Virginal with Queen of Grace,—
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.
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O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
Mother of Christ wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.
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O crowned by God with love and fiame!
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.
See,I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Were once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,
-
And throned upon the Crescent moon
The Virginal with Queen of Grace,—
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.
-
O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
Mother of Christ wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.
-
O crowned by God with love and fiame!
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.