ST. CATHERINE.A fresco by Luini in the Brera Gallery.
NGELS, bear her softly upward Through the golden, dreamy air;Gently, gently, never earthward Clung that spirit pure and fair.On that face is writ no terror, On those lips has died a smile,Sister angels, softly bear her, And the dark grave-rest beguile.
Golden halo soft encircle, Lighting up the radiant hair,Rippling off in ray and sparkle, Calm, serene, as evening star.
Angels, bear her softly upward Through the golden, dreamy air;Gently, gently, never earthward Clung that spirit pure and fair.
