Representative Poetry Online
On this day: June 3rd
Random Poem of the Day
2My face from you, my King.
3Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
4And kneel while gray priests sing.
5It is not wisdom to forget.
6But since it is my fate
7Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
8To make this white hour great.
9My God, my God, this marvelous hour
10I am your son I know.
11Once in a thousand days your voice
12Has laid temptation low.
Notes
1] Camp (III, 842) associates this poem with the Paulist Father's Church in New York City. Back to Line