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LEAFLETS OF 
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 LIPMAN SUPPLY HOUSE, 
 
 CHICAGO, 1900. 
 
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 DEC 4 1900 
 
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 SECOND COPY 
 
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 ORDER DIVISION 
 
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 COPYRIGHTED BY 
 HeLEN CHRrSXll 
 
 Chicago, 1900. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
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 Birds of Spring 5 
 
 The Country Church 7 
 
 The Ship AT Sea ') 
 
 Falling Leaves 11 
 
 The Old House 13 
 
 Light and Love 17 
 
 The True Artist 20 
 
 Obedience 21 
 
 Perfection 23 
 
 Loss AND Gain 25 
 
 The Dawn 27 
 
 The Three Roses 28 
 
 The Mater Dolorosa 29 
 
 While Death is Approaching 31 
 
 The Holy Poverty of Saint Francis Borgia 33 
 
 The Patience of Christopher Columbus 34 
 
 The Will of God 35 
 
 Penance 36 
 
 Harvest Fields 37 
 
 Youthful Dreams 38 
 
 The Saints 39 
 
 The Sacred Ark 40 
 
 Fair Poesy— 1 41 
 
 Fair Poesy— II 42 
 
 The Close of the Day ' . . 43 
 
 Evening Lights 44 
 
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From dewy meads the drowsy cattle stray 
 Toward barnyard gates, and rattling- far along- 
 The homebound wag-on; children leave their play; 
 The little thrush too ends its evening song. 
 
Zbc JSirbs ot Spring. 
 
 "When the bright sun from southern fields, all fair, 
 
 Northward returns with his attendant train 
 
 Of golden banners gleaming- in the air, 
 
 To take possession of his own again; 
 
 Then like a king remembering by chance 
 
 The friends who languish for his countenance, 
 
 He sends before him, gaily carolling 
 
 The sweet voiced birds, the little birds of spring. 
 
 In colors of the rainbow all bedight, 
 
 They perch themselves upon the leafless trees; 
 
 And of the coming summer, warm and bright, 
 
 Pour forth a flood of glorious prophecies. 
 
 The invalid, thanks God, upon his bed 
 
 Of pain, to hear their singing overhead. 
 
 And health and hope and happiness they bring 
 
 The sweet voiced birds, the little birds of spring. 
 
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 When winter threatening turns upon his track 
 With blustering winds and blinding sleet, not now 
 Shall all his stormy threatenings drive back 
 The little birds, or sh^ke them from the bough; 
 
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 With faith unfeig-ned in the mig-hty power 
 
 Which sends them as bright heralds, hour by hour, 
 
 They patient sit, with head beneath the wing. 
 
 And bide their time, the little birds of spring. 
 
 And when at length the days of trial all 
 Are ended, and the summer skies are seen; 
 W^hen from the boughs the apple blossoms fall. 
 And fields are carpeted with living green; 
 Then like the spirits of the blest, set free, 
 Singing aloud in heavenly harmony, 
 So in the fullness of their joy they sing, 
 The sweet voiced birds, the little birds of spring. 
 
 As day bj' daj- the golden sun goes round, 
 To greet him, these uplift their tuneful lays; 
 Still with him goes the chorus of sweet sound. 
 And earth is belted with a song of praise. 
 Since Eden's loss, man's singing has become 
 The sighing of an exile for his home. 
 But not in sorrow do the sweet birds sing. 
 The sweet voiced birds, the little birds of spring. 
 
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 O'erlooking- fields of summer green 
 
 The small white parish church is seen, 
 
 A pleasant neig-hbor, pointing- still 
 
 To heaven from off its little hill 
 
 And sweetly every Sunday morn 
 
 Calling- across the waving- corn, " Come ! '' 
 
 On quiet country homes around 
 
 Like music falls the solemn sound 
 
 And in their holy-day attire 
 
 The prattling- son and peaceful sire, 
 
 Matron and maid with g-ladness g-o 
 
 To the sfood friend who bids them so " Come 
 
 Within the church-yard cross and stone 
 
 Is firmly planted many a one 
 
 And many a true heart rests beneath. 
 
 But love divine has conquered death 
 
 And mourners to that quiet place 
 
 The church bids, w*th believin ;; g-race, " Come ! 
 
And still the sun more kindly beams 
 
 On earth; the g-reen earth greener seems 
 
 And life itself even like a psalm 
 
 Moves on that day in happy calm 
 
 When softly through the golden air 
 
 The little church is calling- there "Come ! " 
 

 Zbc Sbip at Sea. 
 
 Alone across the stormy sea 
 Of night, a ship is sailing on. 
 No star in heaven a guide to be, 
 And pathway there is none. 
 
 A thousand miles from either shore, 
 Blackness of darkness all around 
 Through gloom of night and tempest's roar 
 How shall the way be found? 
 
 Surely by drifting never shall 
 A ship the promised harbor gain, 
 And surely in such darkness, all 
 Endeavor is in vain. 
 
 Behold ! upon the binnacle 
 
 A little light is shining clear; 
 
 It lights the compass, showing well 
 
 The helmsman how to steer. 
 
And thus it is that o'er the tide 
 
 Of surging- wrath she travels on 
 
 In safety', having- this for guide 
 
 When greater lights are gone. — 
 
 The sun, the moon, the stars may go. 
 She tires not of the toilsome quest 
 And every hour draws nearer to 
 The haven of her rest. 
 
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 Sail on ! Oh ship ! for thee the curse 
 Is lifted from a sea of night, 
 The darkness of the universe 
 Can not put out one light. 
 

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 A leaden, lowering^, dreary sky 
 And through the soniber solitude 
 A wailing- voice whose every sigh 
 Shakes down the dead leaves in the wood, 
 Now day by day with forehead bowed 
 We pace the pathway of our fears 
 And hear the rustling of the shroud 
 Whose shadow Nature's visage wears, 
 Poor human heart which still receives 
 Sad fancies from the falling leaves. 
 
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 But even as one who wanders o'er 
 The forest path ma3' find beneath 
 A barren bush its hidden store 
 Of ripened nuts dropped from the sheath, 
 So we who muse within the breath 
 Of autumn woods may bring therefrom 
 Not heavj' thoughts of darksome death 
 But cheerful hope for days to come; 
 Remembrance of the golden sheaves 
 Flings glory on the falling leaves. 
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 Each year the earth turns to the sun 
 Its ripening- fields and laden trees, 
 Still proving while the seasons run 
 That God fulfills His promises, 
 And well it is beholding- these 
 For us to know, that not till all 
 The fair fruit ripens, is the breeze 
 Sent forth to bid the bright leaves fall. 
 And gathered are the golden sheaves 
 Before we see the falling leaves. 
 
 Above us shines the light of life, 
 
 The earth-born clouds will bring the rain, 
 
 No danger for the harvest, if 
 
 We cover in the perfect grain. 
 
 Toil on therefore in hope, oh! man! 
 
 Toil on! and while the days go by 
 
 Believe in God's unerring plan 
 
 And know that 3'our reward draws nigh 
 
 If earth gives only falling leaves 
 
 In heaven we'll find the golden sheaves. 
 

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 The very sta'^s must fail. All visible thing-s 
 Are sing-ing- their own requiem. Great or small 
 This is the song- that every singer sings. 
 Yea! but before the leaves of autumn fall 
 From off the tree, the golden apples shall 
 Be gathered in! Virtue! thou fruit divine 
 For which the universe was planted; all, 
 All that the ages envelope is thine, 
 And thou shalt ripen ere the stars decline! 
 
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 Not many miles, inland from Boston town, 
 There's an old farm-house, which is situated 
 Upon a low hill g-ently sloping down 
 Toward a quiet roadside. Having- waited 
 Vainly for touch renewing, it is mated 
 To the old barn and sheds, which stand aside 
 And farther back, as if themselves they rated 
 Inferior. The front door, high and wide. 
 Two high and narrow windows does divide. 
 
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 To say the truth, it has in winter time 
 A cheerless aspec ; for the surly king- 
 Brings want to want, delighting- to begrime 
 Dismantled fortune; but when merr\^ Spring- 
 Her lively garniture begins to fling- 
 From bough to bough, casting- the blossoms round, 
 And calling back the little birds to sing; 
 Then even this old farm-house may be found 
 A pleasant picture on its sunny mound. 
 
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 Its owner still, his own head turning gray, 
 Does with his wif contentedly remain 
 Beneath its ancient roof. Thanksg-iving Da}' 
 Brings to his table, duh% back again, 
 Daughters an ! sons; but life is on the wane 
 With the stout yeoman, now, and as he nears 
 Tlie end of life's long- journey, he is fain 
 To pace along- composedly, nor fears 
 How he or his to o her eyes appears. 
 
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 With what a sense of comfort does he close 
 His door at nig-ht, when, gathering- overhead 
 Comes the first storm of winter. Well he knows 
 His cattle all are warmly housed and fed. 
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 And nothing more from his kind hand will need 
 
 Until the morning-. In his old arm chair 
 
 Beside the fire, and his newspaper spread 
 
 A map of the world before him, he sits there 
 
 King of the commonwealth, sans count or care. ^* 
 
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 Happy sits he, and while in vain, without. 
 Against the door the rough wind loudly knocks. 
 Pausing to wipe his specs, he thinks about 
 The wet winds driving the wild fowl in flocks, 
 Down by the sea among Cohasset rocks. 
 In stormy autumns of the long ago. 
 His good wife knits his warm gray woolen socks; &^ 
 
 Their little grandchild pets her kitten, so, 
 Thai in her lap it lies, there, purring low. 
 
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 Now what care they, although the winds are howling 
 O'er Baldpate hill, and down the Boston road? 
 Shrieking round barren rocks, or I0WI3- growling 
 Through hollows in the wood? On them bestowed 
 Deepening contentment in their poor abode, 
 As the black cloud, o'erspreading like a pall. 
 Against the lighted window panes, its load 
 Of freezing raindrops wrathfully lets fall. 
 Dark storm without; within, peace over all. 
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 Bring- forth: Oh! summer eve, with balmy airs, 
 
 The beauteous moon and constellations brig-ht! 
 
 But nothing- in the starry sky compares 
 
 With the sweet light of home! Surely at nig-ht 
 
 It is a fairer, more heart cheering sight 
 
 Than the high host, to one, who, wearily 
 
 Comes toward it, as a ship comes toward the light 
 
 Of a safe harbor from a stormy sea. 
 
 Shine on! sweet light of home, till heaven's light 
 
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 At the close of yesterday 
 
 The moon's pale crescent lay 
 In the west slow sinking- with a strang-e half light; 
 
 Lfike a candle dying- out 
 
 In a sick man's room, about 
 The watcher bring-ing wierd shapes of the nig-ht. 
 
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 Short while ago 'twas seen > ^tj » 
 
 Full orbed, in heaven serene, 
 Filling- with brig-htness all the fields beneath; 
 
 Waxing- and waning- so 
 
 Still with us does it g-o. 
 Yet never finds the full eclipse of death. 
 
 Inconstant moon! thou art 
 
 I^ike Eva's chang-eful heart! 
 There is " a Woman clothed with the Sun„ 
 
 The moon beneath her feet." 
 
 In Mary, mother sweet. 
 The New Day of salvation is beg-un. 
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In her the brooding- Dove 
 
 Of everlasting- love; 
 His light surrounds her, and in her fair features 
 
 Kven one who runs, may read 
 
 God's law; she is indeed 
 " The humblest and the highest of all creatures.' 
 
 In her, from Love divine 
 
 For us all mercies shine. 
 Who walks with Mary in humility 
 
 Shall find the Lord our God; 
 
 His Mother knows the road 
 To Him, and His, wherever that may be. 
 
 Throug-h those by Mary taught 
 God's will shall be outwrought, 
 
 In word and deed; they'll g-ain the g-reat reward 
 Promised to those who are 
 Found faithful. Shine, Oh! Star 
 
 Of holy hope, and lead us to our Lord. 
 
 Lead us within the way 
 
 Of everlasting- day, 
 To Him whose mercy out of nothing-ness, 
 
 Created us, to give 
 
 Himself to us. We live 
 Oh! Love, in Thine own infinite excess! 
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Oh! Sacred Heart of Love! 
 
 Thou kindlest from above 
 Our earthly hearts with Thj^ celestial fire, 
 
 And all sweet thoughts upspring- 
 
 Within us, and forth wing- 
 In g-Qod deeds which accomplish God's desire. 
 
 Thou art Thyself the Power 
 Which perfects. Every hour 
 
 Spent out of Thee by us is spent in vain; 
 But every seed we sow 
 Within Thy lig-ht, shall grow 
 
 And ripened be, for our eternal gain. 
 
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Ube Xlrue Brtist. 
 
 As artists like to see 
 
 In natural scenery 
 A bit of water shining- bright and blue, 
 
 So in some corner of 
 
 The neig-hborhood, Saints love 
 To find always the parish church in view. 
 
 Where strenghtening- their souls 
 
 The organ music roils; 
 A torrent of harmonious trumpeting-s; 
 
 And a melodious voice 
 
 Making- the heavens rejoice 
 " Ave Maria, g-racia plena," sings. 
 
 And where the altar light 
 
 Is burning day and night; 
 They liv^e laborious lives of peace and prayer. 
 
 And many a humble man 
 
 Works out the heavenly plan 
 To a completion most divinely fair. 
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©beMence. 
 
 A perfect work of art 
 
 From the creating" heart 
 Comes forth self poised, and like the morning" star 
 
 G-oes gaily sing-ing- on 
 
 Its radiant way. The dawn 
 Of heaven's fair day it heralds from afar. ^ 
 
 So Dante's g"lorious rhyine 
 Goes traveling" through time 
 Toward the reg"ions of eternity; 
 Discoursing" while it goes 
 Of everlasting- woes 
 And joys above, which shall unending" be. 
 
 The stars are g"iving" lig"ht 
 
 In their watches throug"h the nig"ht; 
 Called, were they, and they answered, "Here we are," 
 
 To Him who made them; and 
 
 With cheerfulness, each band 
 Shines forth in fair obedience near -and far. 
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Oh that we niig-ht receive 
 
 God's grace, no more to grieve 
 His Spirit with our wayward wandering-s; 
 
 But the one thing- needful do! 
 
 The end God has in view 
 For us, decides the value of all things. 
 
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 What dost thou wish to see? 
 
 Perfection? God gave thee 
 Thyself to perfect; look to thine own soul; 
 
 For this is the domain 
 
 O'er which as sovereig^n 
 Thou rulest now with absolute control. 
 
 If thou shouldst with much pain 
 For slaves their freedom gain, 
 
 Or out of poverty uplift the poor; 
 Until from every side 
 Came blessings, like a tide. 
 
 Uplifting thee at length to heaven's door; 
 
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 What then? if thou hadst left 
 
 Thine own soul all bereft 
 Of discipline? What then if thou shouldst stand 
 
 Before God's throne at last 
 
 And see when time is past 
 In thine own soul a wild and barren land? 
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Into the peace of God 
 
 There is but one safe road; 
 Fair Paradise is found throug-h Purg-ator3\ 
 
 This way the journey lies 
 
 ^nd every one must rise 
 Throug-h cleansing- pain to the eternal glory. 
 
 Can any one prevent 
 
 The secret prayer sent 
 By a soul in ang-uish to the Lord of Life? 
 
 Or intercept the flow 
 
 Of heavenly mercy, so 
 That strength shall not be g^iven for the strife? 
 
 God gives to every soul 
 
 Seeking- the heavenly goal, 
 Some little clue by which to find the way; 
 
 Some little winding thread 
 
 Which followed out, will lead 
 The patient heart into the perfect day. 
 
 Oh I perfect 6a.yl wherein 
 
 Shall be no shade of sin! 
 Nor g-loomy cloud of evil threatenings! 
 
 But peace without alloy 
 
 And the melodious joy 
 Which in a heart at rest forever spring-s. 
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%065 an^ Gain. 
 
 When we beneath some cross 
 
 Of our own choosing-, loss 
 Of strength find, and at leng-th fall wearily 
 
 Tripped by some little chance 
 
 Of adverse circumstance 
 Which in the narrow path lay waiting- nigh. 
 
 Then in our wretched state 
 
 Made more disconsolate 
 By the dark doubts which come from satan's power, 
 
 Like heavy stones out thrown 
 
 To crush us, there, alone. 
 And keep our lives disabled from that hour. 
 
 We doubt the choice we made, 
 We doubt our doubt, and stayed 
 
 Betwixt our doubts, remain in fixed surprise; 
 Or wander to and fro 
 L/ike hopeless spirits throug-h 
 
 " The air of Hades tremulous with sig-hs." 
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 Yet this one thing- is clear 
 
 Thus far; it is not fear, 
 But faith, that works the work of righteousness; 
 
 Not fear, but faith and love 
 
 Which shall the mountains move 
 And build on them the bastions of success. 
 
 Lord Jesus, from Thy cross 
 
 Teach us, at length, that loss 
 Of earthh' joy may be eternal gain; 
 
 Lift us forever out 
 
 Of life destroying doubt, 
 And prove to us the profit of sharp pain. 
 
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 Into the darkness came 
 
 A tong-ue of living flame; 
 It grew in glory as it multiplied 
 
 Itself upon the earth; 
 
 Which wakened with the mirth 
 Of choirs celestial at the Christmas tide. 
 
 And the New Day was born I 
 
 Let wanderers forlorn 
 Amid the shadows, turn their faces to 
 
 The Promise of the dawn. 
 
 The gloom}^ night is gone 
 And the old Eden blossoms in the New. 
 
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 Three roses blooming- there, 
 
 Within the chapel fair; 
 A red rose at Christ's altar rich and sweet, 
 
 A yellow one, at sure 
 
 Saint Joseph's, and a pure 
 White rose of fragrance at the Virgin's feet. 
 
 It stands, a snowy bloom 
 
 Of delicate perfume. 
 Before the image of the blessed Maid; 
 
 Discoursing, beauteously. 
 
 Of heavenly purity. 
 And love which lives, and blossoms in the shade. 
 
 So among faithful lands, 
 Erin mavourneen, stands; 
 
 The one white rose of charity divine! 
 
 And the darkness of earth's night, 
 Seems less dark, where the bright. 
 
 And sacred blossoms of her virtue shine. 
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 Ube /iDater H)olorosa. 
 
 Following the Holy Cross 4^» 
 
 She goes toward the loss 
 And full eclipse of all her earthly joy; 
 
 But clothed from head to feet 
 
 With blessedness complete, 
 She knows that our deliverance draws nigh. 
 
 She goes, the way made straight 
 
 For her, by cruel hate. 
 Into the darkness of Christ's death forlorn; 
 
 And then with look intent 
 
 Fixed on the Orient, 
 Awaits for us. His resurrection morn. 
 
 Ivike a fair morn, the grace 
 
 Of the uplifted face, 
 Touched by the light of glory from above 
 
 And in the sorrowing eyes 
 
 Beneath the shadow, lies. 
 The heart gleam of an everlasting love. 
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OhI little one! storm tossed 
 
 And tempted, but not lost! 
 Fulfilled shall be God's promise to thy youth 
 
 And those who hate thee, through 
 
 Their hate of Christ, shall view 
 His triumph, and shall learn God's Ivove is Truth. 
 
 Think they, indeed, True Ivove 
 To conquer. They shall prove 
 p Themselves the conquered, IvOve the conqueror 
 
 For as their King- He shall 
 Returning, unto all 
 Reveal Himself, and reign for evermore. 
 
 In vain the closing stone; 
 
 In vain the seal thereon; 
 In vain the guards placed at the sepulchre; 
 
 Not dead, but robed bright 
 
 In everliving light. 
 Thy Son of Justice shall again appear. 
 
 Then faithful one thy worth 
 Shall be made know to earth; 
 
 Thy children's children in the east and west 
 Shall keep thy holy days 
 With thanks giving and praise 
 
 And call thee as thou art, forever blessed. 
 
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 When the worst conieth 
 Death will relieve thee, 
 Therefore despair not 
 Nor rush Into evil. 
 Let hate not embitter 
 Nor passion persuade thee, 
 Keep holy and peaceful 
 While death is approaching-. 
 
 Like the crackling- of thorns is 
 The laug-hter of folly. 
 And lovers of wisdom 
 Join not in the chorus. 
 But steady and truthful 
 In speech and in action 
 Their clear eyes look forward 
 While death is approaching-. 
 
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The knowledg-e of death is 
 To spirits ung-uided, 
 The gadfly which urg^es 
 To swifter destruction ; 
 But thou, in God's comfort, 
 Walk forward and fear not, 
 Unhasting-, unresting-, 
 While death i& approaching-. 
 
 And Oh! soul remember 
 That thou shalt pass this way 
 But once, and should therefore 
 Do g-ood as thou g-oest; 
 A white sheet of paper 
 Each day is, and on it 
 We write for God's reading- 
 While death is approaching-. 
 
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 TLbc 1bolp popertp ot Saint jfrancis 
 Borota. 
 
 When Francis Borgia, Duke of Gandia, had 
 
 Disrobed himself of his estates, and made 
 
 Himself of no account to them who look 
 
 Only upon the binding- of the book; 
 
 One day at dinner, being placed beside 
 
 A lady of the court, clothed in her pride, 
 
 She unto him said somewhat pityingly' 
 
 " Francis, your case were hard, if it should be 
 
 That after such a sad exchange as this 
 
 You should likewise, the joy of heaven miss." 
 
 "My case were hard, indeed, the Saint replied, 
 
 If heaven were, at length, to me denied. 
 
 But as for the exchange, my friend believe 
 
 From it already I great gain receive ! " 
 
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 Columbus. 
 
 Not for the empty breath of earthl}' fame, 
 But g-uided by the Spirit from above, 
 Across the stormy sea Columbus came. 
 To plant the faith whose fruitage is fair love. 
 Through long-, long years, he felt the chastening rod 
 ' Jvi But in the lonely night-watch on the deck 
 
 This man renewed his convenant with God, 
 And saved his soul from everlasting wreck. 
 Oh I you faint hearted ones, who find despair 
 Embittering every crust you eat, and see 
 The spacious universe grow black and bare 
 Because of your own hopeless misery; 
 Learn of this man, and in life's darkest hour 
 Hold fast to GodI In patience is great power. 
 
 
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 It is God's will that we should forward go 
 
 With faithful heart, and ever willing- feet 
 
 Through each daj'-'s labor, well content although 
 
 From earth's unrighteousness we fail to meet 
 
 A single word of commendation sweet. 
 
 Who saves his life shall lose it, and who gives 
 
 His life to God shall gain it so; complete \j\ ' 
 
 God keeps for us what from us he receives. 
 
 *' Let him take up his cross and follow me." 
 
 Hark the clear bugle, echos backward thrown! 
 
 This is the keynote of the melody 
 
 Which leads the shining host to I^ife's fair zone, 
 
 Take up the Cross my soul, and forward go 
 
 Not with vain haste nor yet with foostep slow. 
 
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 Oh Christ, my lyord! draw not thy Cross away 
 
 Lest losing- it, I also mig-ht lose Thee; 
 
 Yea I let it rest upon me that I may 
 
 Bring- forth the fruit Thou hast desired of me. 
 
 Oh ! Thou, who didst toil up steep Calvary 
 
 Beneath the awful burden of our woe 
 
 To g-ain the glorious recompense, now be 
 
 Thy holy will within me as I go. 
 
 Inform my mind that I maj^ see the road; 
 
 Strengthen my heart until the end it wins; 
 
 Upon my shoulders lay the heavy load 
 
 Of needful expiation for m^' sins; 
 
 And let me, in each hour of trial, prove, 
 
 The strong salvation of Almighty Love! 
 
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 See how fair Nature, servant of our God, 
 Still patiently outspreads year after year 
 The living likeness on earth's naked clod 
 Of that which is, and was, and shall appear. 
 Yea! first shall come the blade, and then the ear 
 And then the g-olden harvest; all complete 
 Once more for us, dear friends, the symbol here 
 Of life's great end is shining at our feet. 
 Oh! fair fulfillment of the promises! 
 Oh! radiant beauty of the Saints, to come. 
 Oh! grand completion and true happiness 
 Most surely ripening for God's harvest home! 
 Shine on, bright Sun of Justice, until we 
 Who once were darkness become light in Thee. 
 
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l^outbtul Breams. 
 
 Ill the sweet summers of our youthful prime 
 
 There is no toil no anguish. Far on high 
 
 The snowy clouds are floating; and the chime 
 
 Of Nature's harmonies, forever nigh, 
 
 Seems a grand choral hymn of strength and joy. 
 
 Oh! the long line of glory, which appears 
 
 Our pathway to Klysium ! High employ, 
 
 And holy triumphs of those coming years! 
 
 Through the long summer noontide, in the shade 
 
 And tlie sweet breath of ever-sighing pines, 
 
 We drink the draught by fairy Fancy made. 
 
 Which in the golden cup of promise shines. 
 
 Fair dreams of youth! they fade like flowers of May, 
 
 But God will have His own bright Harvest Day. 
 
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TLbc Saints. 
 
 Our faith declares that Christ within His Saints 
 
 Still dwells among- us. True life is begun 
 
 Not by the haughty spirit which o'er paints 
 
 Itself with praise, but by the work well done. 
 
 Seeking the prize that is by patience won, 
 
 The Saints pace on in the appointed way, 
 
 From morn till even; like the summer sun, 
 
 Sinking at last with undiminished ray 
 
 They live by faith, and since a thousand years 
 
 Are as a day within the sight of God, 
 
 They hinder not His work with hastening fears 
 
 But do their own part well. Ivife's heavy load 
 
 Of care, they carry patiently, and death 
 
 To them is g"ain, as the apostle saith. 
 
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Ubc Sacred Brft. 
 
 The Ark of the Covenant from land to land 
 Is carried on. It was a cloud which showed 
 The path by daA% but in the night God's hand 
 Of guidance, like a fiery pillar, glowed. 
 All hail! again, ye faithful ones, who trod 
 Fainting and footsore through the wilderness 
 Of this rough world, appointed by your God 
 To lead His people onward to success. 
 Beloved and honored may your names abide 
 And green your graves forever, east and west 
 Gemming the earth like jewels; ye were tried 
 By the Great Burden, and endured the test. 
 O starry souls to your high heaven gone, 
 Still gladdened be, the Sacred Ark moves on. 
 
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ffait ipoes^. 
 
 Whether with Celtic music in the hush 
 
 Of a green valley, sing^ing- like a thrush; 
 
 Or like a star, in the Italian chime. 
 
 Moving- melodiously throug-h realms of time; 
 
 Fair Poesy is not the wild bird's song-. 
 
 Nor "alleluia" of the happy throng-. 
 
 But in her measures mysticalh^ meet 
 
 The song- angelic, and the bird-note sweet. 
 
 Born of the earthly', but through power divine, 
 
 Rising- from thing-s imperfect. Song- shall be 
 
 Made perfect, by the Sun whose g-lories shine 
 
 Throug-h all the reg-ions of eternity. 
 
 Eternal Truth, True Love, dying- to give 
 
 Undying- life. In His life. Song shall live. 
 
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 A something- of the silvery star on hig^h, 
 
 Toward which the joyous lark upsoaring- sing's; 
 
 And something- of the dewy blossom by, 
 
 The lowly nest wherein he folds his wing-s. 
 
 A sweet similitude of all sweet thing-s; 
 
 May morning's, with green meadows; autumn eves, 
 
 Fair eves of autumn, when the full moon fling's 
 
 Her mellow light upon the golden sheaves. 
 
 The music of an organ, through the air 
 
 Rising and fallit:g in rich harmonies. 
 
 As the musician wrapped from earthly care, 
 
 Sits in the twilight bending o'er they keys; 
 
 And a fair radiance, shining far within, 
 
 Leads through the darkness to the Life Divine. 
 
 
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 Now o'er the world the star crowned summer Eve 
 
 Is slowly moving" in her robes of g"ray; 
 
 Giving- with g-entle grace, a kind reprieve, 
 
 To all the weary toilers of the day. 
 
 From dewy meads the drowsy cattle stray 
 
 Toward barnyard grates, and rattling far along 
 
 The home-bound wag^on; children leave their play; 
 
 The little thrush too ends its evening- song. 
 
 For me likewise the summer day is closed. 
 
 The record written, every act made known, 
 
 Good against evil righteously opposed. 
 
 And sentence waiting at the great white throne. 
 
 Oh! may that record true, at length make plain. 
 
 That Jesus Christ for me died not in vain ! 
 
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 When joj'ous Summer journeys on his wa^-, 
 And Autumn calm beneath her skies serene, 
 Ripens the golden fruit, which day by day, 
 From bending boughs is safely gathered; then 
 The landscape changes; from the hill and glen 
 The beauty fades, the music fails; and Lo! 
 A chilly snow-drift comes to shroud the scene, 
 And wintry winds are wailing to and fro. 
 Such also is man's life, and thus its seasons go. 
 
 Spring, summer, autumn, winter; thus they come 
 
 And pass away; but as when fields are white 
 
 With winter's icy shroud, each happy home 
 
 Holds in its midst the hearth-fire, warm and bright, 
 
 Still making there a summer of delight; 
 
 So when old age comes on, hope's heavenh' beam 
 
 Shining more clear as darker grows the night. 
 
 Comforts kind hearts, until God gives to them 
 
 The beauteous New Day in the New Jerusalem. 
 
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