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DEC 31 1920 
 
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 To the Mother of Jesus, I dedicate 
 these poems, in grateful, loving ap- 
 preciation of the priceless graces she 
 has obtained for me. 
 
 DOLOROSA 
 
 A Sister of Mercy 
 
 COPYRIGHTED 1920 
 
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 MERCY 
 
 Many the acts of tender care, 
 
 Each one is a gentle prayer; 
 
 Rising from flowers of mercy and love, 
 
 Culled in the Master's garden above, 
 
 Yet lowly, and oh, so fair. 
 
 HEART'S EASE 
 
 Did you ever find them 
 Sweet flowers fragrant true; 
 Growing by the wayside 
 'Midst the thorns for you? 
 
 And how oft their sweetness 
 Made you e'er forget, 
 Something of the sorrows 
 Of the trials that you met. 
 
 Thank the Master for them 
 Bless His loveing care, 
 For these lovely messengers 
 That greet you everywhere. 
 
 SUNSET HOUR 
 
 daddy when the sunset's glow 
 Is tingeing earth with colors bright, 
 My thoughts my heart go turning home 
 And rest again with you tonight. 
 
 Over the hills dear daddy, 
 
 So silently now you sleep ; 
 
 There where the wild flowers ever bloom 
 
 And grasses wave so deep. 
 
 Over the hills I wander, 
 Beside you in spirit to rest ; 
 And daddy my heart finds comfort 
 In this hour I love the best. 
 
HEARTS AND FLOWERS 
 
 Dear little flowers faded and old 
 
 Yet the thoughts they bring to me, 
 
 Of hearts that I love, now silent and still 
 
 In the sleep of Eternity. 
 
 THE CALL 
 
 Out of the silent dusk, 
 A message pure and clear, 
 Calling a loving heart 
 From friends and home so dear. 
 
 Brave soldier lad we love you 
 Wherever you are tonight ; 
 Be it deep in the crowded city 
 Or 'neath the stars so bright. 
 
 Remember that we are thinking 
 We're praying each hour for you, 
 And we're proud of our soldier boy 
 And his loyal heart so true. 
 
 VOWS ETERNAL 
 
 Remember that He has claimed you, 
 
 That you are His Own forever, 
 
 Spouse of the King, Whom the Angels serve 
 
 Sweet bond that death cannot sever. 
 
 THE ECHO OF MY HEART 
 
 Somewhere I know dearest heart 
 The same stars shining bright ; 
 Are breathing o'er you lovingly 
 A watchful care tonight. 
 
 Somewhere the same bright morning sun 
 That wakens me each day; 
 Is shining too on one I love 
 In distant climes away. 
 
 Some day the battle's din and roar 
 Must cease and then dear heart, 
 I know not how or when or where. 
 We meet no more to part. 
 
THE BUGLE'S LAST FAREWELL 
 
 Bugles are blowing softly 
 Their notes are pure and clear; 
 How tenderly, sweetly they're telling 
 Of hearts that we hold so dear. 
 
 Still are the hearts so merry 
 
 For love of their country true ; 
 
 Steadfast and brave and loyal 
 
 To the call of the Red, White and Blue. 
 
 Bugles are blowing now sadly 
 
 Yet unanswered their call must be 
 
 For the soldier boys sleep so silently now 
 
 Whose lives were given for thee. 
 
 Just sleeping they wait for the bugle 
 Shall waken each loving heart ; 
 And then shall we know our own again, 
 Shall know them and never part. 
 
 REST 
 
 Only to kneel before Thy throne, 
 There falteringly to plead; 
 Only to tell how this heart of mine 
 Doth daily toil and bleed. 
 
 Only to feel Thy own dear heart 
 Doth know and care for me ; 
 Only to rest, dear Jesus, 
 With Thee eternally. 
 
 OUR LADY OF PEACE 
 
 Sweetly there echoes o'er valley and plain 
 The beautiful message of peace; 
 No more shall we feel the anger of God, 
 The turmoil of battle shall cease. 
 
 Ave Maria, sweet Lady of Peace 
 
 Blest be thou, Virgin fair ; 
 
 Joyously now the angels sing, 
 
 And intone our hearts grateful prayer. 
 
MOTHER LOVE 
 
 I knew not what this gift divine 
 Had ever meant to me ; 
 Until I heard the Master's call 
 And sped away from thee. 
 
 I know it now this gift sublime 
 
 That wakens in my heart ; 
 
 Fond dreams of her, from whom I thought 
 
 That I should never part. 
 
 Each day it grows more beautiful 
 And oft so oft I pray ; 
 The One Who gave this love to me 
 Shall all her love repay. 
 
 MODELED OF CLAY 
 
 You formed and fashioned it, Master, 
 From out of the worthless clay; 
 Your will alone was it's being; 
 Forth to the light of day. 
 
 You knew it was frail and changing, 
 And subject to death and still 
 You blessed it with Your Image, 
 Which should remain, until 
 
 This being of Your creation 
 To repay Your love should return ; 
 Either to bless and love its God 
 Or else His love to spurn. 
 
 Devoid in itself of beauty 
 Till You placed Your impress there ; 
 It left you a thing of beauty 
 Chastened and pure and fair. 
 
 Shall it return as you sent it 
 Forth to existence below, 
 Or shall it of sin's awfulness 
 And deadly potion know? 
 
 Remember you formed and fashioned it 
 Your masterwork ever as such, 
 May it remain responsive 
 To the Master Artist's touch. 
 
 Modeled of clay, yet sinless 
 Forever in time may it be, 
 'Till it meets again its Artist 
 And rests in Eternity. 
 
TEMPEST OF THE HEART 
 
 Take from my soul, My God, I plead, 
 The darkness of the night; 
 Lest filled with deepness of despair 
 It should not know Thy light. 
 
 0, that Thy hand so loving 
 
 Shouldst guide me thru it all ; 
 
 'Til clasping, Lord, Thy nail-pierced feet 
 
 In silent awe to fall. 
 
 IMMORTAL LOVE 
 
 There are beautiful things in this world of ours, 
 There are memories pure and dear ; 
 
 And fragrances sweet to linger 
 O'er our stormy pathway here. 
 
 And there is a priceless treasure 
 
 With this 1 we could not part ; 
 'Tis sweetest and best of the Master's gifts 
 
 'Tis love of a mother's heart. 
 
 AMO CHRISTUM 
 
 Thou hast called, dearest Master, 
 And Thine own the call hast heard; 
 
 Left unshed the bitter teardrops 
 Left unspoken the last word. 
 
 Severed are the links that bound me 
 Hearts that gave my all to me ; 
 
 On the altar of my holocaust, 
 I have offered up to Thee. 
 
 Earthly flowers they have vanished 
 And the thorny way is mine ; 
 
 Yet the thorns bring joy and sweetness 
 For I know that they were Thine. 
 
 Love and sacrifice, Ah, wonder, 
 
 That the Thorn-crowned Kings desire 
 
 Fills the lowliest of His creatures 
 With a flame of love 's pure fire. 
 
 Amo Christum though the tempest 
 Rend this frail and changing heart 
 
 In the footsteps of the Master 
 Naught but love shall have a part. 
 
OUR YESTERDAYS 
 
 Yesterday a memory fair, 
 That grew into today; 
 Where souls have met and parted 
 And crossed on life's wide way. 
 
 Oft times 'tis true I wondered 
 Could yesterdays but be 
 Just for a little while todays 
 How wonderful 'twould be. 
 
 Perchance then yesterdays would not 
 The same dear joys have brought ; 
 And too the hardest lessons learned, 
 Had never then been taught. 
 
 Perhaps if yesterday could e'er 
 Be changed into today; 
 I wonder if we'd live it o'er 
 In just the same old way? 
 
 I MISS YOU 
 
 I miss you, dear, at evening, 
 When shadows gently fall ; 
 
 When memories dear and tender 
 Have bound me in their thrall. 
 
 I miss the smile so cheery 
 
 The eyes of merry blue ; 
 dearest one, at evening, 
 
 Come loving thoughts of you. 
 
 And with them comes the yearning 
 
 To have you ever near; 
 And 0, what joy to feel again 
 
 If you were only here. 
 
 ECCE HOMO 
 
 0, Man of Sorrows, bruised and torn 
 Your sacred brow I see; 
 
 Crowned with sharp thorns and causing Thee, 
 A painful agony. 
 
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TABERNACLE ROSES 
 
 roses fair bent round God's throne 
 In adoration low ; 
 
 How beautiful this priceless grace 
 His sweetest gifts to know. 
 
 To live for Him, to die for Him, 
 
 That were a joy indeed ; 
 To see the many hearts that come 
 
 In silent hours to plead. 
 
 To hear the words soft whispered 
 Each grace imparted here; 
 
 Oh ! Roses fair, I envy thee, 
 Around His home so dear. 
 
 Bloom on sweet roses fragrant, 
 And whisper low this prayer; 
 
 1 too would gladly live and die 
 
 Before His altar there. 
 
 THE WANDERER'S NIGHT SONG 
 
 The shadows gather, mavourneen, 
 
 It is so chill; 
 A strangeness is around me 
 
 My heart doth fill. 
 
 What is it drawing near me 
 
 From far off shore ; 
 Is it the lonely messenger of death? 
 
 Ah then, no more 
 
 Shall weary heart be pining 
 
 For loved ones dear ; 
 But soon beyond the vale of death 
 
 They shall appear. 
 
 The shadows deepen, mavourneen, 
 
 Ah, true 'tis night 
 And dimmer now all things have grown, 
 
 Soon gone from sight. 
 
 Farewell to thee, mavourneen, 
 
 I go alone. 
 Pray thou my soul is safe with Him, 
 
 To whom its fate is known. 
 
THE HILLS 
 
 Ah, memory paints them beautiful, 
 
 The hills so far away ; 
 I visit them in spirit 
 
 And pure delight each day. 
 
 The beautiful, the silent hills, 
 
 Beyond the city's thrall; 
 In lonely hours, in suffering, 
 
 My weary heart they call. 
 
 So splendid in their majesty, 
 Towering high and strong; 
 
 Like valiant watchers there they stand 
 As years swift roll along. 
 
 The golden sunset floods them o'er 
 And gilds them with its hues; 
 
 The twilight shadows linger long 
 And whisper sweet adieus. 
 
 In childhood years they lured me 
 
 Now dearer they are still ; 
 They claim a part of mind and soul 
 
 A mission they fulfill. 
 
 They greet each new-born season, 
 Whose radiant garb so fair; 
 
 They don with regal dignity, 
 Like princely monarchs there. 
 
 I may not see them once again 
 
 But they are dear to me 
 There memories deep are clearly writ 
 
 In my heart's memory. 
 
 THE DIVINE SHEPHERD 
 
 In thorny ways He seeks them, 
 He loves each wayward sheep, 
 He does not count the suffering 
 Although the thorns cut deep. 
 
 No way unsearched He seeks them 
 Until He finds His Own ; 
 Each little one though bruised and torn, 
 His heart pierced by their moan. 
 
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ALONE WITH GOD 
 
 O'er is the day of labour 
 
 And lo ! the hour of rest, 
 Bids me to think, and thinking see 
 
 If I have done my best. 
 
 Another day and I am found 
 
 Nearer Eternity; 
 Perhaps my last, I cannot know 
 
 How soon the last shall be. 
 
 I kneel before you Jesus, 
 
 My crucifix in hand; 
 I see the failures of today 
 
 Yet know you understand. 
 
 Impatient oft, dear Master, 
 Yet you were kind to all; 
 
 How oft Your blessed words I hear 
 Your charity recall. 
 
 Some were unkind and thoughtless 
 Harsh words that were not meant, 
 
 Yet Thou permittest, dearest Lord, 
 For these from you were sent. 
 
 That storm and trial must follow 
 To prove that love is true ; 
 
 Weary tonight and tired, 
 Your own has come to You. 
 
 Yes, Lord Your own forever, 
 
 Nor tempest can destroy 
 The love that bids me serve the king, 
 
 And merit Heaven's joy. 
 
 Your Own though frail and sinful, 
 As such long claimed dear God ; 
 
 Privileged to learn the way 
 The Crucified here trod. 
 
 I kiss the Sacred Hands and Feet 
 The heart that bled for me ; 
 
 Forgiveness, Lord, and graces new 
 To love and follow Thee. 
 
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BENEATH THE SANCTUARY LAMP 
 
 Just to forget the weariness 
 A little while tonight ; 
 Just to forget the suffering 
 To banish it from sight. 
 
 Just to be alone 
 To dwell apart ; 
 To let a restful peace 
 Reign in my heart. 
 
 Just to forget life's tragedies, 
 The things that are ; 
 To feel that sorrow's way 
 From mine is far. 
 
 Ah, just to ease the heartache, 
 Tonight that I may feel 
 The strange sweet restfulness of peace 
 Upon me steal. 
 
 MY CRUCIFIX 
 
 One little treasure so priceless, 
 
 A crucifix worn and old, 
 More precious this gift I love so 
 
 Than wealth of fairest gold. 
 
 It has shared each joy and sorrow 
 Each hope, each joy that arose; 
 
 And the peace and love in His service 
 Only that crucifix knows. 
 
 HOPE 
 
 Ah what if the idols crumble 
 
 Though once to the heart they were dear, 
 
 If it lead me nearer the Master 
 
 Why should this poor heart fear? 
 
 Better they crumble if they be false 
 Then lead me to know the wrong ; 
 Better that Hope should reecho 
 A sweeter newer song. 
 
 Then crumble away e'en to the dust 
 Though the ache and the pain be keen; 
 Make room that a nobler idol 
 Through the mists and the tears be seen. 
 
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OUT OF THE DEPTHS 
 
 I have resisted the modeling 
 
 The impress, the seal divine; 
 
 That the Sacred Hands held out to me 
 
 And the voice that said "Thou art Mine." 
 
 I feared the imprint sweet Jesus, 
 
 The crown of thorns, the scorn; 
 
 But I was bought and claimed with these, 
 
 And Thou their shame hast borne. 
 
 My dearest Lord forgive me, 
 For I have caused Thee pain ; 
 With all my heart I come to Thee, 
 Oh close let me remain. 
 
 'Twill mean of suffering Master, 
 The Cross, Thy part for me, 
 The crucifixion I must know 
 But Tis for love of Thee. 
 
 MY ROSARY 
 
 It came to me 
 
 From o'er the sea, 
 
 And I love it well, 
 
 How many a sorrow on it was told, 
 
 As days and years and months swift rolled, 
 
 No one can tell. 
 
 A little treasure 
 
 Dear beyond measure, 
 
 From one, a priest God's Own, 
 
 'Tis sweet to me, 
 
 My Rosary 
 
 Its giver yet unknown. 
 
 In distant land, 
 
 His priestly hand 
 
 Sent fourth a blessing rare, 
 
 How oft I yearn 
 
 To make return, 
 
 Yet only can be prayer. 
 
 BREAD OF ANGELS 
 
 I adore The Bread of Angels 
 Eucharistic God, Divine, 
 
 May Thy soul's sweet charity 
 Enkindled be in mine. 
 
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NEARING HOME 
 
 Sweet Mother if the light must fail, 
 And twilight find me near 
 The portals of Eternity, 
 I ever long for here, 
 
 Dear Mother give my love to those 
 Fond hearts that wait below; 
 And may they of your blessed peace 
 And heavenly comfort know. 
 
 O if the sunset 's fading glow — 
 Tonight the last I see ; 
 Sweet Mother grant this earnest prayer 
 To be in heaven near Thee. 
 
 ACROSS THE TIDE 
 
 Beautiful now is the sunset's glow 
 In the land that is oh so fair ; 
 Where nature reveals her beauty 
 In brightest splendor there. 
 
 Oh, land of sunshine and flowers 
 Where he, whom we love best of all ; 
 Lies sleeping afar from his own so dear 
 And waiting for the last call, 
 
 There's a strange and wistful yearning 
 Grown deeper and oft we pray ; 
 For he, our own loved brother 
 Who rests so far away. 
 
 Were there not oft in the twilight 
 Thoughts of those loved best, your own; 
 Whom you left in the dear home forever 
 Ere you went to that land all unknown? 
 
 And when in the last hour of anguish 
 Your soul from this life was free, 
 Who knows what passed in that hour 
 Betwixt the Master and thee. 
 
 Though you rest in the land of the fairest 
 In spirit we kneel by your grave ; 
 Whispering oft fond Aves 
 For the dear one, whose presence we crave. 
 
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AM THY REWARD EXCEEDING GREAT 
 
 Some day each step you took for Him 
 Rewarded shall be ; 
 Each little act of kindness done 
 In His Eternity. 
 
 Someday each word of comfort 
 You spoke unto His own, 
 In letters and of purest gold 
 Shall on His Heart be shown. 
 
 Some day the toil and suffering 
 Long past shall be revealed, 
 And hopes and dreams long buried 
 Shall be unsealed. 
 
 Some day the Master who you saw 
 And served here in His poor, 
 Himself will give to one who choose 
 To suffer and endure. 
 
 Some day that Jesus Whom you love 
 And long for ardently, 
 Shall call you to His Sacred Heart 
 To rest eternally. 
 
 THE DOLOROUS WAY 
 
 Not the joy of the Resurrection 
 On that glorious Easter morn ; 
 But the dolors sad of Calvary 
 And their memories forlorn. 
 
 In the bloody footsteps 
 
 Of the Spouse divine, 
 
 Pointing to the heights of Calvary, 
 
 This His lesson, clear, sublime. 
 
 There with Him, the Crucifixion, 
 'Midst the darkness and the gloom ; 
 There far buried in the coldness, 
 And the silence of the tomb. 
 
 Ere I see the risen Saviour 
 Hear the voice I long to hear; 
 Calling me to dwell forever 
 In that Sacred Heart so dear. 
 
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THE ARTIST BRUSH 
 
 You model and sketch anew. 
 Of the Artist 's soul so true ; 
 Each loving thought of his noble heart 
 You, little brush are the mirror 
 What wonderful thoughts you bring us 
 At the touch of his loving hand; 
 Dear little brush, what wealth of joy- 
 Is found in his command. 
 
 THE OLD HOME 
 
 'Tis a quite spot where memory 
 Doth linger oft and muse ; 
 The little home beneath the hills 
 All flooded with sunset hues. 
 
 'Tis a peaceful spot I'm longing 
 To see it just once more ; 
 To feel and live those girlhood hours 
 Swift spent in days of yore. 
 
 The woods in spring time verdant, 
 With wild flowers overgrown; 
 So strangely sweet and beauteous 
 As none since ever known. 
 
 Dear little home I love you, 
 Each wood and stream and rill; 
 Doth claim a part deep in my heart 
 None other shall refill. 
 
 I wonder oft if ever 
 The old old home shall I see — 
 Or shall it be but just a hope, 
 A blessed memory. 
 
 TOYS 
 
 Only a toy, a worthless thing, 
 
 Ah, yes, a toy you say ; 
 
 But I clung to it long with fond delight, 
 
 Ere I spurned it and flung it away. 
 
 Only a toy, yet it took away 
 
 The best that I owed to Thee ; 
 
 And it tarnished the love, once fair and true 
 
 That shone with such purity. 
 
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EXEMPLAR DIVINE 
 
 Yes the thorn-crowned Head, and deep pierced side, 
 Must the Spouse of the Crucified know; 
 And the. Sacred Hands and Feet divine, 
 Bathed in their own ruddy glow. 
 
 And the cruel scourge, and the bitter scorn, 
 Reflected oft she will see ; 
 If she follow Him close and bear the Cross 
 To the summit of Calvary. 
 
 She will feel the shame and anguish 
 That He felt in His Sacred Heart, 
 But she will rejoice in heaven; 
 That she suffered with Him a part. 
 
 GOD WILLS IT SO 
 
 My child, rebel not 
 
 'Tis His Will ; 
 
 But cease those useless pinings, 
 
 Let " Peace be Still." 
 
 Reign o'er the weary spirit 
 
 And calm thy heart ; 
 
 His message sweet will newer strength 
 
 To thee impart. 
 
 THE DEAR FRIEND IN THE CHAIR 
 
 I see you oft dear Sister 
 
 Dear friend in the chair; 
 
 In the hallowed moments when I kneel 
 
 Before His throne in prayer. 
 
 Victim of love, the Master's own 
 A mission divine you fill, 
 A loving holocaust ever consumed 
 In the flame of the Master's Will. 
 
 He seeks in thy sufferings atonement 
 For iaults of His Own He loves well ; 
 With patient gentle fidelity, 
 The love for the Master you tell. 
 
 How long ere He calls you we know not, 
 But in His on good time ; 
 
 We know you shall cease from your sufferings 
 Gifts of His gift, sublime. 
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BUT THY LOVE AND THY GRACE 
 
 There's never a sorrow or anguish 
 That Thy hand cannot efface; 
 There's never a trial but passes away 
 As I murmer "Thy Love and Thy Grace.' 1 
 
 Unworthy I am dear Jesus 
 
 This grace to be Thine Own ; 
 
 But Thy love and Thy grace shall keep me 
 
 Just living for Thee alone. 
 
 In life or in death what matter, 
 I shall one day see Thy Face* — 
 Shall thank Thee, ever eternally, 
 For these, Thy Love, and Thy Grace. 
 
 TREASURE DIVINE 
 
 Down deep in the earth, 
 Buried far, it lay; 
 None knew of its worth ; 
 They flung it away. 
 
 Then out to the light 
 Someone brought it to see, 
 What this valueless clod, 
 This lump might be. 
 
 Kind hands examined it 
 
 oft and lo ; 
 Refinement from dross 
 Did the mass soon know. 
 
 Cleansed pure from all dross 
 In beauty it shone ; 
 And there on the very Master's 
 throne. 
 
 A simple chalice 
 Of purest gold, 
 Did the Saviour's Body 
 and Blood then hold. 
 
 Once a worthless thing 
 Now it remains, 
 Where the God of heaven 
 And earth here reigns. 
 
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MOTHER OF JESUS 
 
 Mother of Jesus, come to me ; 
 When the shadows of death are near, 
 Guide me safe through the gruesome night 
 That I may know no fear. 
 
 Mother of Jesus, plead for me 
 When the portals of heaven open wide ; 
 When I stand before the Master Judge 
 For me, the Crucified. 
 
 Mother of Jesus, pray for me 
 
 That I may ne'er depart 
 
 From the way marked out for me that leads 
 
 Straight to His Sacred Heart. 
 
 SISTER MARY MARGARET 
 
 From o 'er the sea you came to us 
 From the dear Isle far away; 
 With heart of love and happiness 
 To guide you on life's way. 
 
 In the steps of the loved Master 
 Close to the dear Sacred Heart ; 
 Little we wonder that you were glad 
 When His Voice called you to depart. 
 
 The years of sufferings and labours 
 Where many yet choice for you; 
 Ah, that we knew, as now you know 
 The value of suffering, true. 
 
 The land of the Shamrocks claims you 
 Though you rest 'neath a stranger sky ; 
 For Angels of Erin were calling 
 And watching their loved one die. 
 
 I doubt not that you have seen it 
 And the dear ones o'er the sea; 
 In the land of thy birth and childhood 
 By the light of Eternity. 
 
 And Faith that is true and eternal 
 Tells us your joy we shall know ; 
 When we, too, hear the Shepherd's voice 
 And with Him homeward go. 
 
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FATHER SCHMITT 
 
 He sleeps, they say, the noble priest 
 The friend to those in need; 
 The silent, the eternal sleep, 
 Yet how we feel his need. 
 
 A laborer in the vineyard 
 Who sought the wayward sheep; 
 Who followed them and led them back 
 From haunts of sin so deep. 
 
 And as the Master Whom he loved, 
 He healed each bleeding heart, 
 Father and tender comforter, 
 This was his chosen part. 
 
 Devoted to His service 
 Through years that slipped away ; 
 What grateful hearts his memory 
 Must bless in prayer today. 
 
 Kind guardian of the youthful hearts 
 In whom all trust we placed; 
 How loyally their pledge was kept, 
 'Till death his care effaced. 
 
 And may he rest from labors long, 
 May angel voices sing; 
 Sweet welcomes to the pastor loved 
 From Heaven's eternal King. 
 
 May He, Who called him first and last 
 Reward him with His Love ; 
 The promise of the Master 
 To reign with Him above. 
 
 CONSECRATION 
 
 Ah, blest be the hour He called you, 
 From your own, yes blest be the day; 
 When Jesus of Nazareth called you 
 As He passed you on your way. 
 
 You shall follow the way He showed you 
 So dear to His Sacred Heart ; 
 And share in His joys and His sorrows 
 His labors of love, a part. 
 
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THOU SHALT ATONE 
 
 Spotless and pure, a noble thing 
 Not of the sod, 
 
 Untainted, unstained, a gift divine 
 And this from God. 
 
 Arise my soul, true thou wer't deigned 
 
 For heaven, alone. 
 
 In love and gratitude, arise 
 
 And swift atone. 
 
 Thy robe of spotless iimocence, once fair 
 And 0, so white ; 
 Needs now be cleansed and freed 
 From sin's dark blight. 
 
 CONSECRATED HANDS 
 
 hands I envy thee 
 So precious in God's sight; 
 Bringing down from heaven 
 Our King of Love and Might. 
 
 Who deigns in this great mystery 
 A gift divine to give ; 
 That in and for Him only 
 Forever we might live. 
 
 0, Mary keep them spotless 
 And free from aught and stain ; 
 And may the Hands of Jesus, 
 Their Model e'er remain. 
 
 SANCTIFICATION 
 
 There is a silent valley 
 
 We pass in the journey's way; 
 
 You may pass through the valley tomorrow, 
 
 You may pass through the valley today. 
 
 But you must know the valley 
 And alone, save yourself and God; 
 You must go the way that lies before; 
 
 As yet for you untrod. 
 
 You will be glad, for the suffering 
 Will one day cease for you ; 
 And oh, the joy and the blessed peace 
 When you have passed it through. 
 
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GOD'S GIFT OF FAITH 
 
 Out of nothingness into the light 
 
 Away from the gloom and dead of night ; 
 
 Ever to know and follow Thee, 
 
 Through untold ages eternally, 
 
 Ever to see the Master's Face, 
 
 Ever to know ' twas His Love and His Grace. 
 
 FLOWERS OF PARADISE 
 
 There's many a fragrant message 
 To send to those dear to our hearts ; 
 But the sweetest fragrance that e'er has 
 
 been known, 
 Is that which fond prayer imparts. 
 
 THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS. 
 
 Journeying on through this vale of tears 
 Let us often meet dear heart ; 
 In the shadow of the cross to learn 
 The joys 'twill e'er impart. 
 
 LEAVES 
 
 I gathered wild flowers in springtime 
 
 To deck the altar fair ; 
 
 In summer the roses fragrant 
 
 My offering to you there. 
 
 'Tis Autumn, now and the flowers 
 
 Have gone, and naught is left; 
 
 Save the radiant leaves that murmur farewell 
 
 To the woodlands soon bereft. 
 
 I have gathered the leaves in their splendor, 
 And brought them to thee to say; 
 'tis all I have for my offering, 
 Humble and poor today. 
 
 Only fresh garlands of Autumn leaves', 
 And soon they are gone from sight, 
 Fading, yes, and withering fast 
 At touch of the season's blight. 
 
 The Autumn leaves are dying now 
 There murmurings plaintive, I hear; 
 ' ' We leave you with this message 
 Of sentinel hours dear." 
 
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SIMPLICITY 
 
 You gave them to me, dearest Mother, 
 The little ones I love; 
 With childish eyes they seem to gaze 
 Into a world above. 
 
 Oh, the beauty of the little souls 
 Expressive in wondering eyes; 
 As o'er the vista of a new strange world, 
 They gaze in deep surprise. 
 
 They are so pure I love them, 
 Dear little hearts that grow 
 In the garden of a wicked world, 
 Nor yet its poisons know. 
 
 And if only I might keep them, 
 Just as they are today; 
 I leave them Mother, Mary 
 With you, I watch and pray. 
 
 'Twas sweet to learn the language 
 Of heaven from each little heart ; 
 Yet 'twas hard to learn to love them 
 And then in sorrow part. 
 
 HAD I BUT KNOWN 
 
 Had I but loved Thee, better 
 For me no deep regret ; 
 But years of careless labour 
 Can I forget? 
 
 Thoughtless, you say, impulsive, 
 Full well I know ; 
 But in the Master's service 
 Shall this be so? 
 
 Forgive, Lord, list, Thy servant 
 For mercy pleads ; 
 And turns to Thee to save Him 
 In His great need 
 
 Rabboni, that this heart had known 
 Thy love before, 
 It had not now such deep regrets, 
 Those years of yore. 
 
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IN MEMORY OF REV. FR. MILLER 
 
 Another heart at rest 
 
 Sleeping beneath the sod; 
 Who answered the clear summons 
 
 Of His Master and His God. 
 
 He lies at rest with dear ones 
 The brother-priest we love ; 
 
 Who hastened swift, His own to meet 
 In Heaven's home above. 
 
 Beautiful and holy 
 
 His memory shall be ; 
 In hearts of those who knew Him 
 
 He lives eternally. 
 
 One less to serve the Master 
 
 With loving care below; 
 One more in heaven to love Him 
 
 And His sweet Presence know. 
 
 EVENING HOUR 
 
 Mother Mine, My heart is tired, 
 And the twilight shadows dear; 
 
 Bring oft an earnest longing 
 To have my Mother near. 
 
 Dost thou too, be ever yearning 
 
 Ever thinking of the day ; 
 When like the falling Autumn leaves, 
 
 Thine own sped far away? 
 
 But the springtime in its beauty, 
 That transcends earth's vision fair; 
 
 Ah, one day it shall be bringing 
 To our hearts a gladness rare. 
 
 Then the joy and bliss of union, 
 0, my Mother sweet shall be ; 
 
 For in heaven we shall live again 
 In a blest Eternity. 
 
 MY JESUS, ARE YOU HERE? 
 
 Art Thou waiting dearest Jesus, 
 In Thy tiny home so dear? 
 
 Tell me sweetest Jesus, Master, 
 Art Thou waiting for me here? 
 
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THE VISION OF GETHSEMANE 
 
 I knew not then just what is meant 
 Revealed before me there; 
 
 The tragic vision of Gethsemane 
 The-Man-God, bowed in prayer. 
 
 The night was dark and shadowy 
 Save for one burning light ; 
 
 That showed the way into the cave 
 Revealing to my sight. 
 
 An awful picture, as I gazed 
 
 Sorrow and anguish deep 
 Bespoke the torture of His soul 
 
 While angels watch did keep. 
 
 Postrate low, I saw Him, 
 Trembling with awful dread 
 
 'Father, Thy Will, Not Mine, be done," 
 The Anguished-Man God said_ 
 
 The light swift fled, darkness again; 
 
 What meant the vision? Say! 
 I dared not fathom, so I tried 
 
 To banish it away. 
 
 Years passed, and lo ; it comes again ; 
 
 Now vividly I see 
 The meaning of Gethsemane 
 
 And its dread agony. 
 
 Not as before, ah ! no ! 
 
 For I have learned it well ; 
 The lesson of Gethsemane 
 
 Nor human lips can tell. 
 
 The torture of the darkness 
 The hours of suffering, lone; 
 
 That we must live, ere we may say 
 Its way to us is known. 
 
 CONSOLATION 
 
 Through sorrow's hand be laid upon thee 
 Lift thine eyes to "One" on high 
 And the Sacred Heart of Jesus, 
 Will to His Own, draw nigh. 
 
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LILIES 
 
 The Master came to the garden, 
 
 The flowers in beauty grew there ; 
 And He stooped to the fragrant lilies 
 
 So white in their purity fair. 
 
 He gathered one spotless lily 
 
 And pressed it close to His Heart; 
 The lily nesteled in sweet content 
 
 Its life of His own was apart. 
 
 The earth missed the beautiful lily, 
 
 The flowers were lonely too ; 
 How they prayed that the Master would come again 
 
 For they, His mission knew. 
 
 The garden was hidden away from sight, 
 
 The Master alone knew where ; 
 For the lilies, a part of His own delights 
 
 With the Master, Himself did share. 
 
 CHILDHOOD DAYS 
 
 Come let us hurry, with hearts so gay, 
 Off through the meadows and out to play; 
 Merrily singing, the echoes are ringing 
 With joys of childhood days. 
 
 Gathering daisies, and clover buds too, 
 Fresh in the morning, all sparkled with dew ; 
 No thought of sadness, our lives full of gladness, 
 Sweet joys of childhood days. 
 
 GIRLHOOD DAYS 
 
 Girlhood days, sweet girlhood days 
 
 You are so dear to me; 
 My very heart is resonant 
 
 With each fair memory. 
 
 Dear girlhood days, I love you 
 Then youthful hearts were light ; 
 
 I throw a loving kiss to you 
 The path you trod, was bright. 
 
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MASTER ! COME ! 
 
 Master my soul hath need of Thee, 
 
 Come in Communion, I pray; 
 Light, Thou the path with blessed Faith 
 
 To banish the darkness away. 
 
 Master, my soul hath need of Thee, 
 
 My heart is dry and cold; 
 Come with Thy blessed Presence and warmth 
 
 And life to this Heart unfold^ 
 
 Master, my soul hath need of Thee, 
 
 It is unworthy, but still 
 It longs for the " Bread of the Strong" to come 
 
 Its heart with new vigor to fill. 
 
 Oh God of my Heart, ever faithful and true 
 Come with Thy pure, burning love; 
 
 Absorbing this heart, and drawing it e'er 
 To rest in Thy Heart above. 
 
 ANGEL WHISPERINGS 
 
 0, my Mother, may bright angels, 
 
 Guard thee, lovingly tonight ; 
 May they whisper loving prayers for you, 
 
 Before God's altar bright. 
 
 May they tell thee of the yearning, 
 
 Of my love for you each day ; 
 May they tell thee, dearest Mother 
 
 Of thine own so far away. 
 
 LIGHT AFTER DARKNESS 
 
 Though the clouds hang dark and lowery 
 As you gaze on the darkening sky; 
 
 The sun will shine the brighter 
 
 When the storm hath swept you by. 
 
 Fear not tho' the tempest rages, 
 For the sunlight of God's love; 
 
 Will shine and gleam the brighter 
 From its endless "Sun" above. 
 
 The clouds but hide the beauty 
 Of the sun's intenseness e'er; 
 
 The storm must come and go, but God 
 Hath o'er you, loving care. 
 
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BREATH 0' MY HEART 
 
 I loved the glorious sunshine, 
 The gurgling streams and rills'; 
 
 The fields of grain, the woodland flowers, 
 And towering magic hills. 
 
 It was so wide and beautiful, 
 This great world then for me ; 
 
 You wonder that my heart these thoughts, 
 Speaks forth in poetry. 
 
 God's gift, not mine, to use for Him, 
 
 For He was in them all ; 
 'Tis mete that I should thank Him, 
 
 And His dear gifts recall. 
 
 THE MAY QUEEN'S CHOSEN FLOWER 
 
 Two little arms uplifted, 
 
 ' ' Oh Mother, or Daddy, Come quick, ' ' 
 For the shadows of death were gath'ring 
 
 Around Him fast and thick. 
 
 Two deep blue eyes were tearful 
 
 Two lips were quivering so; 
 But absent the arms to save him 
 
 Alone to his death he must go. 
 
 And oh, the tracherous waters 
 As they closed above his head — 
 
 How pitilessly they sent him 
 Down to that river bed. 
 
 No good-night kiss to wait for 
 
 No stories for Mother to tell ; 
 But up in the beautiful heavens, 
 
 A pure little soul will dwell. 
 
 Awaiting with joy, the dawning 
 
 Of the last, and final day ; 
 When Mother and Daddy and lov'd ones come 
 
 He will meet them on their way. 
 
 And the star of the Sea, our Mother, 
 Preserved him from breath of sin ; 
 
 While angels lovingly welcomed 
 The tiny suppliant in. 
 
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MY GOD AND MY ALL 
 
 Oft in the days and nights it came, 
 His voice on my ears did fall ; 
 And lovingly then I answered Him, 
 "Thou art my God, and my All." 
 
 He led me away from loved ones 
 
 Thru ways that His Presence did light ; 
 
 He showed me two paths and where they led ; 
 
 And traced by His Blood was the right. 
 
 He blessed me and imprinted 
 
 On my heart the seal of His Love ; 
 
 And His own, was missioned and strengthened 
 
 To teach of His home above. 
 
 I meet Him each day in Communion, 
 I hear the beloved call, 
 With heart full of love I answer 
 "Sweet Jesus, my God and my All." 
 
 JESUS, I AM THINE FOREVER. 
 
 All the day my works and actions 
 Through these words are offered ever; 
 Kept in blessed, loving union 
 "Jesus, I am Thine forever." 
 
 Through the hours of silent suffering 
 To His throne are borne aloft ; 
 Pleading for the souls most needy, 
 To His heart I send them oft. 
 
 When 'midst dangerous ways He leads me 
 In my heart I say, ' ' 0, never 
 Let me from Your love e 'er stray, 
 Jesus, I am Thine, forever." 
 
 COURAGE 
 
 Weary not of the constant struggle 
 The Master knows thou art weak; 
 
 But even as He, in His suff 'rings 
 Remain ever patient and meek. 
 
 But count them precious, thy suff 'rings 
 Though their purpose, thou may'st not see; 
 
 They measure the distance always 
 'Twixt time and Eternity. 
 
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THE LAST FAREWELL 
 
 Sweetly the last murmured Ave 
 
 O'er the lov'd one now has been said; 
 
 Softly and sadly we murmur 
 The last farewell to our dead. 
 
 For somehow we see them nearer 
 In the light of earth 's parting glow ; 
 
 Though soon in the light of Eternity, 
 The same loving hearts we shall know. 
 
 Gone, so swiftly, yet ever, 
 
 The pain of that last farewell ; 
 
 Seems crushing the hearts that linger, 
 As in heartfelt prayers they tell. 
 
 That love for the Master is strongest 
 And the cross He has lovingly sent ; 
 
 Is welcome, though in sorrow and anguish 
 The hearts of His own are bent. 
 
 THROUGH MARY TO JESUS 
 
 I have come to thee, sweet Mother, 
 
 With my offerings today; 
 In your loving hands I place them 
 
 Purify each one I pray. 
 
 None are worthy, dearest Mother, 
 Of the love He showed for me; 
 
 But 'tis all I have to give Him ; 
 So I give them all through thee. 
 
 He will not despise them Mother 
 Though they are so very small ; 
 
 Given through His own dear mother, 
 He will bless each one and all. 
 
 Tell, tell Him, Mother, Mary, 
 That the prayer of this poor heart ; 
 
 Is to be with Him forever, 
 Buried in His Sacred Heart. 
 
 I must leave thee, now dear Mother, 
 But this wayward heart of mine ; 
 
 Longs to be united 
 
 With thy Son's dear Heart, and thine. 
 
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MATER DOLOROSA, MEMENTO ME 
 
 Far up the heights, I know 'tis there 
 
 The hill of Calvary ; 
 Its way is rough and rugged, 
 
 Through mists I cannot see. 
 
 1 only see the Master, 
 
 Who goes before to show, 
 I, too, the cross must carry 
 
 If I, His love would know. 
 
 How oft He turns to meet me 
 
 His Sacred Eyes meet mine ; 
 Filled with compassion and with love, 
 
 With tenderness, divine. 
 
 The Mother of all Sorrows 
 
 Close to Him, bids me stay; 
 With loving hands she guides me 
 
 And bids me "watch and pray." 
 
 The hill of Calvary looms near 
 
 Upon its brow I see ; 
 The Man-God raised 'midst scoff and shame 
 
 To die in agony. 
 
 Beneath the cross with her I stand 
 
 My prayer on Calvary ; 
 "Oh, Mother of all Sorrows, 
 
 Do thou remember me." 
 
 BEHOLD I STAND AT THE DOOR AND KNOCK 
 
 Ah, Child, canst thou not hear me, 
 
 I, Who am so near; 
 Knocking without this heart of thine ; 
 
 Tell Me, canst thou not hear? 
 
 'Tis ivy-grown, and closed to Me, 
 
 Yet I would enter there ; 
 Refuse it not, cherished one, 
 
 Though earthly flowers bloom fair. 
 
 It must be opened from within, 
 And fain I 'am lingering now ; 
 
 The Master stands without and knocks, 
 "For Me, no love hast thou?" 
 
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SISTER MARY XAVIER 
 
 Requiem, how sweetly it lingers 
 
 Around the dear one at rest ; 
 
 How sweetly she sleeps in the Heart of her God 
 
 Who called when the hour was best. 
 
 Long years have passed in His sevvice, 
 Since she knelt at His Altar to say, 
 The blessed words that bound her in life, 
 Til death should call her away. 
 
 No warning He gave to His chosen, 
 Save only to watch and pray; 
 'The Master will come you know not when, 
 Nor the hour of night or day." 
 
 He came and she met Him alone, 
 No loving heart was near, 
 To breathe in the hour of parting 
 Sacred words of prayer so dear. 
 
 She met Him alone, the Bride of Christ, 
 Sealed with the mark of His Love, 
 She has gone from us here forever, 
 United with Him, above. 
 
 PROFESSION 
 
 Sweet was the voice of the Master, 
 
 Above earth's melody, 
 When He claimed His Own forever, 
 
 And whispered "follow Me." 
 
 Loving the heart that answered 
 Who gave her All, to Him there ; 
 
 Beautiful then the holocaust 
 Of sacrifice and of prayer. 
 
 Angels rejoiced at the union 
 
 The King and the child of His Love ; 
 
 While echoes of heavenly music 
 Resounded in realms' above. 
 
 Only His creature, but dearer now, 
 He calls her His own lov 'd Spouse ; 
 
 And He leaves her the pledge of fidelity 
 In the seal of the Sacred Vows. 
 
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