Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiii

Nor later, when with her my childhood died, Was life less sealed to me. The Church became My guardian next and mother deified, Who lit within me a more subtle flame Of constancy, and clothed me in her mood. No sound, no voice within that sanctuary Told me of common evil. Unsubdued And vast and strange, a thing from which to flee, The world lay there without us. We within, Fenced in and folded safe in our strong home, Knew nothing of the sorrow and the sin. 'Tis no small matter to have lived in Rome, In the Church's very bosom and abode, Cloistered and cradled there, a child of God.