Wednesday, July 20, 2011

ST. BRANDON

Once every year, when carols wake on earth the Christmas night's repose, arising from the sinner's lake I journey to these healing snows. I stanch with ice my burning breast, with silence calm my burning brain; O Brandon, to this hour of rest, that Joppan leper's ease was pain!

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