Eternal as the sun whose radiance wakes the day.





Sounds from the Convent.




"Come, pensive nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast and demure."

-- [Milton]


White-robed nun, I pray thee tell me
Whatsoe'er my life shall be;
Thou of God art purely chosen,
Ne'er can I be like to thee.

There is sunlight in the shadow
Of the lives we live below;
There is starlight in the darkness
Of the night of human woe.

Yet I pray thee, sweet-voiced woman,
Tell me of thy life and thee;
Can the soul to heaven given