Vigil fasts are now few.

" Again, "Per vigil igne Carpitur indomito, furiosaque vota retrectat, Et modo desperat, modo vult tentare, pudetque Et cupit, et quid agat, non invenit," &c. "With raging lust she burns, and now recalls Her vow, and then despairs, and when 'tis past, Her former thoughts she'll prosecute in haste, And what to do she knows not at the last.

the sun on flower and tree, And beautiful the balmy wind that dreameth on the sea; And softly soundeth in thine ear, the song of peasants reaping, The dove's low chant among the leaves, its twilight vigil keeping.

Beside thee hath the maiden kept Her vigils pale and lone; While darkly have her ringlets swept The chapel's sculptur'd stone; And when the vesper-hymn was sung Around the warrior's bier, With cross and banner o'er him hung, What splendour crown'd thee here!