CANTICLE OF THE VIRGIN IN “SISTER BEATRICE”
I hold, to every sin,
To every soul that weeps,
My hands with pardon filled
Out of the starry deeps.
No sin is there that lives
When love hath vigil kept;
No soul is there that mourns
When love but once hath wept.
And tho' on many paths
Of earth love lose its way,
Its tears will find me out
And shall not go astray.
I hold, to every sin,
To every soul that weeps,
My hands with pardon filled
Out of the starry deeps.
No sin is there that lives
When love hath vigil kept;
No soul is there that mourns
When love but once hath wept.
And tho' on many paths
Of earth love lose its way,
Its tears will find me out
And shall not go astray.
