THE LAST SUPPER.(Fresco by Leonardo da Vinci, at Milan.)
STAINED and faded fresco, Mildewed and cracked by time,Yet through the mist of ages, One face still shines sublime—It has shone on many a brother Now long since dead and gone,Who here partook his lenten fast— That face still shining on.
'Tis the last Holy Supper, Divine appointed, blest,Where earthly appetite is lost In sacramental feast.
The shadowy group is passing, Fading away and dim,E'en as those brothers one by one Have passed away with time.
