SANTA FILOMENAByHenry Wadsworth LongfellowWhene’er a noble deed is wroughtWhene’er is spoke a noble thoughtOur hearts, in glad surprise,To higher levels rise.The tidal wave of deeper soulsInto our inmost being rollsAnd lifts us unawaresOut of all meaner cares.Honor to those whose words or deedsThus help us in our daily needs.And by their overflowRaise us from what is low!Thus thought I, as by night I readOf the great army of the dead,The trenches cold and damp,The starved and frozen camp.The wounded from the battle-plainIn dreary hospitals of pain,The cheerless corridors,The cold and stony floors.Lo! in that house of miseryA lady with a lamp I seePass through the glimmering gloom,And flit from room to room.And slow, as in a dream of bliss,The speechless sufferer turns to kissHer shadow, as it falls,Upon the darkening walls.As if a door in heaven should beOpened and then closed suddenly,The vision came and went,The light shone and was spent.On England’s annals, through the longHereafter of her speech and songThat light its rays shall castFrom portals of the past.A Lady with a Lamp shall standIn the great history of the landA noble type of goodHeroic womanhood.Nor even shall be wanting hereThe palm, the lily and the spearThe symbols that of yoreSaint Filomena bore.
SANTA FILOMENAByHenry Wadsworth LongfellowWhene’er a noble deed is wroughtWhene’er is spoke a noble thoughtOur hearts, in glad surprise,To higher levels rise.The tidal wave of deeper soulsInto our inmost being rollsAnd lifts us unawaresOut of all meaner cares.Honor to those whose words or deedsThus help us in our daily needs.And by their overflowRaise us from what is low!Thus thought I, as by night I readOf the great army of the dead,The trenches cold and damp,The starved and frozen camp.The wounded from the battle-plainIn dreary hospitals of pain,The cheerless corridors,The cold and stony floors.Lo! in that house of miseryA lady with a lamp I seePass through the glimmering gloom,And flit from room to room.And slow, as in a dream of bliss,The speechless sufferer turns to kissHer shadow, as it falls,Upon the darkening walls.As if a door in heaven should beOpened and then closed suddenly,The vision came and went,The light shone and was spent.On England’s annals, through the longHereafter of her speech and songThat light its rays shall castFrom portals of the past.A Lady with a Lamp shall standIn the great history of the landA noble type of goodHeroic womanhood.Nor even shall be wanting hereThe palm, the lily and the spearThe symbols that of yoreSaint Filomena bore.
SANTA FILOMENA
ByHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought
Whene’er is spoke a noble thought
Our hearts, in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.
The tidal wave of deeper soulsInto our inmost being rollsAnd lifts us unawaresOut of all meaner cares.
The tidal wave of deeper souls
Into our inmost being rolls
And lifts us unawares
Out of all meaner cares.
Honor to those whose words or deedsThus help us in our daily needs.And by their overflowRaise us from what is low!
Honor to those whose words or deeds
Thus help us in our daily needs.
And by their overflow
Raise us from what is low!
Thus thought I, as by night I readOf the great army of the dead,The trenches cold and damp,The starved and frozen camp.
Thus thought I, as by night I read
Of the great army of the dead,
The trenches cold and damp,
The starved and frozen camp.
The wounded from the battle-plainIn dreary hospitals of pain,The cheerless corridors,The cold and stony floors.
The wounded from the battle-plain
In dreary hospitals of pain,
The cheerless corridors,
The cold and stony floors.
Lo! in that house of miseryA lady with a lamp I seePass through the glimmering gloom,And flit from room to room.
Lo! in that house of misery
A lady with a lamp I see
Pass through the glimmering gloom,
And flit from room to room.
And slow, as in a dream of bliss,The speechless sufferer turns to kissHer shadow, as it falls,Upon the darkening walls.
And slow, as in a dream of bliss,
The speechless sufferer turns to kiss
Her shadow, as it falls,
Upon the darkening walls.
As if a door in heaven should beOpened and then closed suddenly,The vision came and went,The light shone and was spent.
As if a door in heaven should be
Opened and then closed suddenly,
The vision came and went,
The light shone and was spent.
On England’s annals, through the longHereafter of her speech and songThat light its rays shall castFrom portals of the past.
On England’s annals, through the long
Hereafter of her speech and song
That light its rays shall cast
From portals of the past.
A Lady with a Lamp shall standIn the great history of the landA noble type of goodHeroic womanhood.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land
A noble type of good
Heroic womanhood.
Nor even shall be wanting hereThe palm, the lily and the spearThe symbols that of yoreSaint Filomena bore.
Nor even shall be wanting here
The palm, the lily and the spear
The symbols that of yore
Saint Filomena bore.