For that wounded heart we renounce them all.

"Show us the way to His palace-gate:" -
"That way is thorny, and steep, and straight;
By none can His palace-gate be seen,
Save those who have washed in the waters clean."

They knelt; on their heads the wave he poured
Thrice in the name of the Triune Lord:
And he signed their brows with the Sign adored.
On Fedelm the "Red Rose," on Ethna "The Fair,"
God's dew shone bright in that morning air:
Some say that Saint Agnes, 'twixt sister and sister,
As the Cross touched each, bent over and kissed her.

Then sang God's new-born Creatures, "Behold!
We see God's City from heaven draw nigh:
But we thirst for the fountains divine and cold:
We must see the great King's Son, or die!
Come, Thou that com'st! Our wish is this,
That the body might die, and the soul, set free,
Swell out, like an infant's lips, to the kiss
Of the Lover who filleth infinity!"

"The City of God, by the water's grace,
Ye see: alone, they behold His Face,
Who have washed in the baths of Death their eyes,
And tasted His Eucharist Sacrifice."

"Give us the Sacrifice!" Each bright head