I found this poem as I'm preparing my lessons for the upcoming school year. 🥰
To a Carmelite Postulant
Michael Earls, S. J.Oh, the banks of May are fair,
Breath of heaven fills the air,
Far more wondrous is a bower,
Love-of-God within the heart
Now a lily’s counterpart,
Come the sun or chilling rain,
Hard may be the mountain-side,
Yet will fragrance sure abide
Where the grace of Heaven leads,
Hills a hundred and the meads
Carmel by the western sea