Veni, Sancte Spiritus

Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
Et emitte caelitus
Lucis tuae radium.


Veni, pater pauperum,
Veni, dator munerum,
Veni, lumen cordium.


Consolator optime,
Dulcis hospes animae,
Dulce refrigerium.


In labore requies,
In aestu temperies,
In fletu solatium.


O lux beatissima,
Reple cordis intima
Tuorum fidelium.


Sine tuo numine
Nihil est in homine,
Nihil est innoxium.


Lava quod est sordidum,
Riga quod est aridum,
Sana quod est saucium.


Flecte quod est rigidum,
Fove quod est frigidum,
Rege quod est devium.


Da tuis fidelibus
In te confidentibus
Sacrum septenarium.


Da virtutis meritum,
Da salutis exitum,
Da perenne gaudium.


Amen. Alleluia.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.