Just back from procession at the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception (adoration 'til 4:00 --how cool!). After outdoor Benediction, the carillon chimed Christus Vincit, Christus Regnat, Christus Imperat. A version I'd never heard before --very solemn and lovely. Had told the Weedlets that a procession is our version of a Triumph, so the bells got 'em in the right mood. Now, in honor of the day, courtesy of George Herbert:
Love Bade Me Welcome
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, guiltie of dust and sinne.
But quick-eyed Love observing me grow slack from my first entrance in,
drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, if I lacked anything.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here: Love said, you shall be he.
I, the unkinde, ungrateful? Ah my deare, I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I?
Truth, Lord but I have marr'd them: let my shame go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame? My deare, then I will serve.
You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat: so I did sit and eat.
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