Stolen kisses

Return them all, you must--

the kisses which you took from me.

Please give them back, 'tis just--

the ones you've kept so happily.

I'll stand beside the gate,

and wait for you to give

what you took eagerly.

I cannot count them all, it's true;

but you will bring them back,

won't you?

At Mass

"No doubt tomorrow I will hide

My face from you, my King.

Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,

And kneel while gray priests sing.


It is not wisdom to forget.

But since it is my fate,

Fill Thou my soul with hidden wine

To make this white hour great.


My God, my God, this marvelous hour

I am Your son, I know.

Once in a thousand days, Your voice

Has laid temptation low.

--Vachel Lindsay