ON A PORTRAIT OF ST. ALOYSIUS GONZAGA
By D.J. Mackin, Ph.D.
“Quid hac ad aeternitatem?”
Thou wast not born for earth,
Unblemished lamb!
Thy tender heart from birth
Taught from its blessed dam
To bleat for love of Him,
Chief Shepherd of the spotless Cherubim.
One only thought is thine–
Eternity!
So soon the flame divine
Of love transfigures thee,
And makes thy soul below
Of God’s reflected radiance glow.
No earthly crown wouldst thou
Suffer to rest
Upon thy noble brow—
Destined to bear the crest
To Christian heroes given–
The glorious aureola of heaven.
Thine eyes on heaven thrown
Behold above
Angels wreathing that crown
Of Purity and Love–
The brightest diadem
A saint can win in God’s Jerusalem.
And now that thou art here
Thou wilt, in truth,
Vouchsafe a fervent prayer
For me, thy suppliant youth
Who hope, thro’ grace divine,
One day in heaven to blend my song with thine.
The Catholic World (July 1900): 555.