San Miniato

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
 Up to this holy house of God,
 Where once that Angel-Painter trod
 Who saw the heavens opened wide,

 And throned upon the crescent moon
 The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
 Mary! could I but see thy face
 Death could not come at all too soon.

 O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
 Mother of Christ! O mystic wife!
 My heart is weary of this life
 And over-sad to sing again.

 O crowned by God with love and flame!
 O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
 O listen ere the searching sun
 Show to the world my sin and shame.