A fair girl in the mirror’s polished plane
Glancing to witness with a woman’s pride
The silken stuffs, the gleaming gems that vied
With her soft hair and shining eyes in vain,
Saw in its field the pallid face of pain,
The bleeding brows of Christ the crucified,
And, changing from that hour, became the bride
Of God, a ministrant in Mary’s train.
Sweet Rosalys, if we poor mortals blind,
Gazing upon our image in the glass,
Where our poor ghosts give back their answering stare-
If we were wiser, would our eyes not find,
Beside the sinful man whose flesh is grass,
Christ’s face of pity and pardon always there ?
(Justin H. McCarthy)
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