"O FELIX CULPA!"
Then gazed the wild wood dumb with awe. Staring with eyeballs opened wide. At one grown conscious of a law And lifted suddenly to pride. The apex of creation in His shame, creation, envious sees— Magnificently robed with sin, Knowing the roots of mysteries. Hot-footed hurrying through the immense The wSnds their happy tidings tell. That man, exchanging innocence And gladly ! for the fires of hell. Proves his long-boasted power to choose. To leave the good and take the ill; Free, with his soul to save or lose, By warrant of its royal will. But hidden from the awestruck eyes. Which see the sentenced rebels go, Are those tall towers of Paradise Wherethrough exultant rumors blow; Where seated at the council board The Three-in-One debate Their plan. The Incarnation of the Word, The Sorrows of the Son of Man. —Theodore Maynard, in America.
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New Zealand Tablet, 27 February 1919, Page 37
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146"O FELIX CULPA!" New Zealand Tablet, 27 February 1919, Page 37
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