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Late, late, so late ! and dark the night, and chill! Late, late, so late ! but we can enter still. Too late! too late ! ye cannot enter now, Too late— too late, ye cannot enter now. No light had we: — for that we do repent, And learning this the bridegroom will relent. Too late — too late—ye cannot enter now. Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now — No light! so late ! and dark and chill the night,
O let us in, that we may find the light,
Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now,
Too late! too late ! ye cannot enter now.
Have we not heard, the bridegroom is so sweet,
O let us in, that we may kiss his feet.
O let us in, O let us in,
O let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet!
No ! no! too late, ye cannot enter now.
O let us in, that we may find the light
EVENING SONG TO THE VIRGIN.
The words to the following sweet and familiar air, were written by Mrs. Hemans. It ,s the hymn sung by a Roman Catholic wife, and is contained in " The Forest Sanctuary." The listening woman says:
Thy sad, sweet hymn, at eve, the seas along,—
Oh 1 the deep soul it breathed! — the love, the woe,
The fervor, poured in that full gush of song,
As it went floating through the fiery glow
Of the rich sunset 1 — bringing thoughts of Spain,
With all her vesper-voices, o'er the main,
Which seemed responsive in its murmuring flow.
" Ave sanctissima 1" — how oft *hat lay
Hath melted from my heart the martyr-strength away.
" Ora pro nobis, Mater!" What a spell
Was in those notes, with day's last glory dying
On the flushed waters—seemed they not to swell
From the far dust, wherein my sires were lying
With crucifix and sword ? — Oh 1 yet how clear
Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear!
" Ora,"—with all the purple waves replying,
All my youth's visions rising in the strain —
And I had thought it much to bear the rack and chain!