This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heaven' >>
Fear of change perplexes monarchs. >>
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from al >>
The convent, which belongs to the West as it does to the East, to anti >>
The sight of a Black nun strikes their sentimentality; and, as I am un >>
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and >>
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.