The Side Windows: Hilary

Star of the West ! when all the skies grew dark,
And Arian clouds conceal'd Heaven's genial eye,
Christ sent thee forth to guide His labouring ark,
From His own peaceful palace ever nigh •
Still where thy Church her annual pathway steers,
High in the Heavens thy radiant sign appears.

Angel of Poitiers, Aquitanian Saint !
Exile to thee was drawing nearer home ;
For where Christ is was home to thee ; — the plaint
Of thy bereaved Church doth thence become
Her gladness, when she welcomes thee return'd,
And hails the light which in thine exile burn'd.