flass "PS .^T/J/T Book. . L 6 4&V & fingnighr'N /92rt C4>EH?IGHT DEPOSm POEMS BY Brother Clement, O.S.F., A.M. St. Francis College Butler Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. 1920 yo r \ C PRINTED BY Oliver J. Blaber & Son 191 Fulton Street NEW YORK ©GU570367 M 16 1920 Brother Clement's Poems. 3 A FRIEND. There is no constant friend but God: His love remains unchanged — A father's love may hostile prove, A mother's be estranged. 4 Brother Clement's Poems. THE SIEGE OF LIMERICK, A. D. 1691. A Vision of the Past. I. I stood by Shannon's bank and gazed Upon the angry tide Which foamed and swelled and rolled fast by In all its lordly pride ! 'Twas midnight, and the feeble moon Fell full upon the stream, As buried thoughts of days long gone Stole o'er me like a dream ! II. Lo, there the gallant Sarsfield stood, With gleaming sword in hand, And by him, drawn in battle-line, His gallant trusty band ! Just then, as blew the trumpet's blast, A loud, wild shout is raised, And round me swelled the din of war, And wall and rampart blazed! III. Through Garryowen — old Garryowen, Bang, bang the bombshells flew! Through Garryowen — loved Garryowen There's life-blood streaming too ! Brother Clement's Poems. Yet still the walls of Garryowen Are high and broad and long, And well they're kept by stalwart men With arms stout and strong ! IV. Fast, fast from lane and by-way The gathering forces dashed, And fast within the city's walls The bombshells roared and crashed, And fast the streams of life-blood flowed Like torrents from the hills, For many a gallant youth has felt The poisoned dart that kills ! V. The lover and his colleen — The bridegroom and his bride — The slender youth and gray-haired sire Are fighting side by side ! They fight for home and country Where once the mighty trod, The graves of their progenitors, Their altars and their God! VI. "Press on ! dear sons of Erin," The noble Sarsfield cried; "Defend your ancient city well And crush the Saxon's pride I" 6 Brother Clement's Poems. They rally, charge, bear down and cut Through ashes, fire and smoke, But now upon the rampart high The hated Saxons broke ! VII. "Back, back accursed f oeman," Rings through the vanguard all, Then Saxons, like the Autumn leaves, Fast from the ramparts fall ! On Garryowen, famed Garryowen, Fast pours the shot like rain, Yet firm and unshaken still The good old walls remain! VIII. "Well done, brave sons of Erin! This day we'll bleed and die Or force those English grenadiers From Limerick's walls to fly!" Thus spoke the noble Sarsfield, And then, all at a blow, The breach was thrown high into air, All blasted from below ! IX. From Garryowen — loved Garryowen, The frightened Saxons fled, And lordly Shannon, dark with gore, Is choked with f oemen dead ! Brother Clement's Poems. Hurrah ! Hurrah for Limerick ! And Limerick's heroes, too! They taught the cowardly Saxon dogs What Irish hearts could do ! -*!*- -#- -4*- A THOUGHT. Man's life on earth a warfare is, From cradle unto grave: Nor wealth nor education his Immortal soul can save, Unless he be a soldier tried And faithful, brave and true : By Faith we crush the demon's pride, By prayer his power subdue! We can do naught without God's aid: We never ask in vain — Of failure then be not afraid — Our efforts may cost pain, But when we know our cause is just, Then God will do the rest: He never asks of any man But that he does his best! 8 Brother Clement's Poems. BLACKWATER STREAM. I. Oh! say have you seen it, you lovers of Nature? If not, then be silent, and let others tell Of the groves and the bowers and serpentine pathways — The brook and the fountain, the hill and the dell ! II. And if you have wandered through lovely Black- water, Confess must you then that I tell not a dream — You know of the charms, the fame and the grandeur, And historic beauty of Blackwater stream ! III. There boulevards endless, so well decorated By flowers and by ferns so freshly and gay In arches triumphant are gracefully bending, Where many a blackbird is singing his lay ! IV. And as for the lily-pond, who can describe it, Reflecting the landscape beneath the sun's gleam? An Eden of happiness, loveliness, grandeur, Is down by the banks of dear Blackwater, stream. Brother Clement's Poems. DEUS MEUS ET OMNIA. I. Desidero amorem Dei, Mitis Salvatoris mei, Viae, Veritatis, Spei Omnium amantium! II. Desidero Ejus amorem Qui pro me passus est dolorem Mortis crucis et laborem Ad salvandum hominem! III. Tu, Qui es et Judex meus Et Dominus, ecce hie sum reus: Miserere mei Deus, Pessimi peccantium ! 10 Brother Clement's Poems. COMMUNIO SPIRITUALS. Amo Te, mi Deus — Te desidero — Veni nunc potitum meo animo : Veni, Cibe vere; veni, sustine Vitam meam; reple cum dulcedine Cor et carnem meam, ne unquam peccem: Fac me semper gratum, semper memorem Passionis Tuae et beneficii Quod mihi concessisti, Jesu exaudi Deprecationem meam, Domine Cum contritione nunc clamo ad Te ! Cum pio Publicano semper clamabo Ut, post mortem meam, vivam in Coelo. -i\t- -9|(- H|t- AVE MARIA. Acrostic. Angels bright are ever singing Virgin blest, thy praises sweet! Earthly bells, so proudly ringing, Mary ! thy dear name repeat ! And the weary toiling stranger Rests and prays midst sighs and tears In temptation, trial and danger, As the "Angelus" he hears ! Brother Clement's Poems. 11 THE GLEN OF DELIGHT. An Irish Scene. I. I know a deep glen all abounding in pleasure, That filleth the soul with a joy beyond measure, By the roaring of cascades and songs of its rills Sent back by the echo of dark, frowning hills. II. Among its cool groves I would wander forever, For Nature herself seemed, by every endeavor, To make this a marvel of grandeur and beauty, And crown it an Eden, to deem it her duty ! III. The woodbine entwined with snowy-white-thorn Exhaled a sweet perfume to greet each new morn, And the beautiful rose, as if hiding her blushes, Modestly peeped through the sweet-scented bushes ! IV. Its brooks and its fountains, all limpid and spark- ling, Its rich flowery meadows, all varied and startling, Its streams, rushing forth 'neath the sun's zenith glory, Are subjects of many a poem and story ! 12 Brother Clement's Poems. V. Its moss-covered tower, so tall and defiant, All-frowning looks down like a petrified giant! And nobly it stands, telling tales most pathetic Of Erin's sad past, of her future prophetic ! VI. It speaks of the Penal days, guilt, confiscation, Treachery, tyranny, woe, devastation! Of Ireton and Cromwell and vile persecution — The patriot's struggle and foul execution ! VII. Yes, glen of enchantment, thy ruins, now hoary, Saw Erin a nation in power and in glory! They saw her defeated, they'll see her victorious — A nation again, all-triumphant and glorious! -}\t- -jjt- -j|e- THE CROSS. Most holy cross of Jesus, in thee I place my trust: For love of earthly glory, inspire me with disgust. "No cross, no crown": I know it, so then 111 not complain, But beg God's grace to bear it; transient is earthly pain. Brother Clement's Poems. 13 OLD NIAGARA. Acrostic. O, for old Niagara's heights, Land of wild, romantic sights ! Decked by Mother Nature's arms, Never-ending are its charms! Islands, Falls and gurgling streams, All that we see in happy dreams: Grassy nook and shady dell — Alas ! I fail — let others tell ! Reader, ne'er persuaded be As to its beauty, till you see. 14 Brother Clement's Poems. SHAMROCKS FROM ERIN. Composed at Limerick City, 1905, on Sending Some to America. I. Shamrocks from Erin! how dearly they'll prize you Beyond the Atlantic, where Liberty reigns! The coward may mock and the f oeman despise you, But those who have true Irish blood in their veins Will treat you with honor, respect and devotion And wear you so proudly on Saint Patrick's Day! May Heaven defend the dear children of Erin, Though far from their native land, far, far away! II. Shamrocks from Erin! now take you a blessing To brothers, to cousins and friends of our youth, And tell them, from millions who now are pro- fessing The Faith of Saint Patrick, we still hold the truth! Brother Clement's Poems. 15 The light of the Gospel is rapidly spreading Through North, South and West and through the far East! The same Holy Spirit is constantly shedding The grace of salvation — all come to the Feast! III. Shamrocks from Erin! now cross you the ocean: Go forth from our shore to the land of the West ! The heart of the exile will throb with emotion: He'll think of the land he loves dearest and best ! How dear to his bosom he'll press the fond em- blem Of Faith and of Fatherland, Childhood and Home — In spirit he'll wander once more to old Erin, For there he was born, where'er he may roam ! 16 Brother Clement's Poems. SAINT PATRICK'S DAY IN NEW YORK CITY. I. Where throng these stalwart heroes With banners floating free? What means this great commotion? This festive jubilee? From North and South they gather, From East and West likewise, While drums are loudly beating And martial strains arise ! II. The noble sons of Ulster may now be plainly seen Advancing with a steady step beneath their flag of green, On which there gleams the sunburst of Erin's lib- erty! And these are men whose fathers fought to set old Erin free ! III. Next come, in martial order, brave Leinster's chil- dren fair, Whose fathers fought and bled and died at Wex- ford and Kildare To keep their country's banner proudly floating to the breeze! Ah, well may Mother Erin vaunt of children such as these! Brother Clement's Poems. 17 IV. The hardy sons of Connaught now join the great array, In perfect time they march unto the tune of Pat- rick's Day ! Remember how their fathers fought, like men of blood and bone, And nobly kept, by strong defense, the Bridge of famed Athlone! V. The counties of fair Munster are represented too By men whose noble motto is "Never say but do !" Led on by Patrick Sarsfield, at famous Garry- owen, Their fathers gained the rights once writ upon the Treaty Stone ! VI. Today they all assemble, though far across the sea, And march through New York City in festive ju- bilee, To honor great Saint Patrick, first preacher of the Faith To Erin's sons and daughters, who will be true till death ! 18 Brother Clement's Poems. VII. Well may we wear the shamrock, the sign of Three in One, And keep alive our holy Faith, from father unto son! As long as God shall spare us, then let us fondly pray May Erin's Saint be honored thus upon St. Pat- rick's Day! -9|*- -a|8- -*Ie- ROBERT EMMETT. Acrostic. Rest, noblest of martyrs who died for their land! O, build him a monument stately and grand! But let not a tear on his cold ashes fall : Emmett is happy — his God was his All ! Remember, dear Exiles, he died with a smile That sprang from the love of his dear native isle ! Emmett, loved Emmett, thy name will remain More precious than gold that no acid can stain! More dear to the patriot far than his life, Encouraging him in his prison and strife ! Tis over, dear Emmett, the battle is won! Triumphant is Erin: she's proud of her son! Brother Clement's Poems. 19 THE BLIGHTED ROSEBUD. I. I saw it when morn its gay light was pouring Most gloriously over the hillside and glen: I came when the night-cloud, ail-sadly was lower- ing— That rosebud hung blighted and pined on its stem ! II. And thus it is too with our earthly sojourning: Our joys and our sorrows last but for a day, And, peacefully then, as the night is returning, From our wretched bodies our souls pass away ! III. Still many young persons are often deluded By the hope of a future that never shall come: For, in Death's gloomy record their names are included, And, like blighted rosebuds, they fade, one by one ! 20 Brother Clement's Poems. THE DRUNKARD I. Wrecked upon the sea of life, What cares he for home or wife? His will perverse, his soul denied, What cares he for starving child? His tongue profaned by words impure, He rushes to destruction sure, And daily then, to face the worst, He drowns remorse in liquor curs'd. II And staggering homeward from the inn Of foul intemperance and sin, His reason gone, the loathsome beast Thinks only of the glutting feast; Nor cares he for the price it cost, Though every cent he had be lost! III. At last, within a prison cell, He sinks, despairingly, to Hell! By friends forsaken and ignored, By stings of conscience pierced and bored, By demons mocked and scorned and scoffed, He seeks to end his torture oft ! Brother Clement's Poems. 21 IV. And, lo ! at last, he grasps a knife And terminates his sinful life ! Ah! foolish drunkard! now at last, He sees the folly of the past ! But now, alas ! it is too late ! He now must face an awful fate. Of drink and crime he pays the cost, And Heaven is forever lost ! -*- -#- -*if- HAPPINESS. I. A happy life does not consist Of wealth and honor bright, Of marble halls, of parties gay And sumptuous balls at night ! No, it consists of this alone: A conscience light and clear — May such be mine As years decline, Then I'll have naught to fear! 22 Brother Clement's Poems. A SCENE FROM MOUNT MELLERAY I. Through Melleray's sacred groves and glen The Abbey-bell is pealing, O'er rock and crag and heath and fen The twilight soft is stealing! Tis vesper-time, a solemn hour For all at Melleray dwelling, A twofold note from Melleray's tower, Like heavenly music swelling, Calls monks and students all to prayer, And now they all assemble — Dear reader, come, in spirit there, Come see, adore and tremble! II. Old men, bowed down by weight of years, In ecstasy are kneeling, Their eyes, bedewed by silent tears, Most contrite hearts revealing! Their stern look, their sunken cheeks And patriarchal features — In fine, their very garb bespeaks Most mortified of creatures ! Brother Clement's Poems. 23 IV. That slender youth, scarce past eighteen, With cheeks of ghastly whiteness, Within whose eyes no trace is seen Of early youthful brightness, Was once a boy of wayward will; Regardless of his duty, Of wealth and honor had his fill And boasted of his beauty! V. At last he left a world of care, Of sin and vile illusion, And came to hide his visage fair In Melleray's blest seclusion; To lay up an eternal store : A store of heavenly treasure, And vow that he would never more Seek sinful earthly pleasure ! And now a simple, pious youth In Melleray's choir behold him, Advanced in virtue, grace and truth, The Trappist's robes infold him! 24 Brother Clement's Poems. CHOICE OF PROFESSIONS. (For School Entertainment.) First Boy. When I come to man's estate I'll be a politician great, Astonish all with language fair, And build high castles in the air! They'll send me to the "White House" then Where I'll say — My countrymen, I've come to claim my people's right, And make a long and gallant fight ! Second Boy. If I should chance to graduate, I'll get the best job in the State; My father has "a pull," you see, And so it will go well with me ! Of course, I mean to begin low, But rise whene'er I get a show ! My motto will be "Don't despair" — Work hard, old chap, and you'll "get there" ! Third Boy. Our Hudson River bears the name Of one who gained immortal fame! A navy-man for mine, and soon Will I command a new "Half Moon" ! Brother Clement's Poems. 25 Fourth Boy. The staff of life we know is bread, And I have often heard it said How useful is the baker's trade — If I be one, my fortune's made ! I mean to get my work down fine, And beat all others in the line, Then those who taste my bread will say "That's what you don't get every day !" (He shows a loaf of bread.) Fifth Boy. By the time I reach a score I hope to own a candy-store; Lolly-pops, to beat the band, Of every flavor in the land, Will grace my store, now don't you see That's how I know they'll trade with me ! Sixth Boy. By the time I'm twenty-one, A dry-goods store I hope to run ; I'll work on the installment plan, And sell the best stuff when I can. The Sheenies all will move away, And leave the block to me some day ! 26 Brother Clement's Poems. Seventh Boy, The seventh boy, old people say, Will be a doctor some fine day ! A doctor I would like to be, And, of the poor, Fd ask no fee. I'd make new hearts and lungs for all, I'd mend the bones of great and small; And, as for medicine, my pills* Would chase away all human ills ! (*At my pills, he shows a pill-box.) Eighth Boy. When I am grown old and big I hope to wear the lawyer's wig ! By wit and logic to defeat Each would-be rival that I meet! The crooked case I shall make clear, And plead without remorse or fear, To prove my client's innocence, And set him free by my defense! Ninth Boy. I fear I'll never soar so high: I'd fail — therefore I'll never try! In this world I'll make a hit By honest labor — not by wit! Of course, I mean not to offend My classmate and my honest friend,* But little boats must keep near shore, While larger ships may venture more ! (*Pointing out last speaker.) Brother Clement's Poems. 27 Tenth Boy. A fireman or Doliceman I Think worthy of all praises high: They cut their way through smoke and fira To save all lives — their one desire ! They dangers face like heroes true, And show all men what they should do ! No men more true to duty's call: I do admire them most of all ! Eleventh Boy. When I graduate from here, I'll be a scholar, don't you fear: St. Francis' College then for mine, The five declensions to decline ! In fine, I hope some day to see The Vatican, and there to be Ordained a Priest, should God will so, To preach His Word to high and low! Twelfth Boy. I've heard of battles nobly fought, And victories so dearly bought, But when my country needs a man I'll proudly join the noble van, Beneath our "Starry flag" to fight For God, my country and the right. A nobler cause there cannot be: I love thy name, sweet Liberty ! 28 Brother Clement's Poems. A CHRISTMAS ACROSTIC. Christmas Day! The world rejoices! Holy thoughts fill every breast! Rich the chorus of glad voices In praise of our dear Saviour blest ! Sweetest strains of heavenly music Thrill thru' church and shrine today: Unto the Author of salvation Shall we e'er our tribute pay ! Nature's voice was hushed in slumber As the Holy Babe was born, Then the angels without number Ushered in the blessed morn, Singing hymns of glad thanksgiving Even as in Heaven they sing! Sweet indeed the joyful tidings That the holy angels bring! Brother Clement's Poems. 29 ENGLAND'S CAUSE. I. Who hates at heart the Irish? Who shed their blood of yore? Who tortured, starved and exiled them To many a foreign shore? Who butchered lisping babies And infants at the breast — Insulted Irish maidens? Such crimes with England rest! II Why should we fight for England Who treated us as slaves? Who sent both priests and teachers To many nameless graves? Who bribed, encouraged traitors Their country to betray? Thank God, no coward's footprints Pollute the soil today! III. Side not with cruel England In thought or word or deed! Cause not dear mother Erin's heart With grief once more to bleed! Remember Limerick's treaty — The fate of Emmett too! Such thoughts will represent to you What Irishmen should do! 30 Brother Clement's Poems. THE VIOLET AND THE POPPY I. A modest violet once grew Beneath the grass by rippling stream, And perfumed in the morning dew Each tiny blade of emerald green. Yet still she hid her lovely head, As though she were ashamed to view The gaudy poppy, tall and red, But rank and evil-minded too! II. The self-same soil had fed them free — The self-same hand had set them there- The self-same dew, so noiselessly, Fell on the gaudy and the fair ! Yet list to what the poppy said Unto her neighbor mild and meek, And, from the story, you'll be led No empty fame nor praise to seek ! III. "Hold up your head, you foolish thing, And show the world what you are, Then people will your praises sing, They'll come to see you from afar ! Brother Clement's Poems. 91 Just look at me — how tall and straight — How gay I look beneath the sun: Compared with thee, I'm truly great, Now what say you, my little one?" IV. "What say I? Well, merely this: — I seek no honors nor renown, Seclusion then to me is bliss, While you are greeted with a frown ! All seek me in my hiding-place — They love me, for I am not proud; Rank weeds like you are a disgrace, And they are hated by the crowd !" -9|t- -*|t- -9|e- ANGELICAL SALUTATION. Acrostic. Hail Mother of Our Lord and King, Mary, 'tis of thee we sing ! Full of Faith and love divine: Of virtue rarest a vast mine! Grace has made thee, lily fair, The one most worthy Christ to bear ! Lord, that we may grateful be Is our sincere request of Thee! With heart and soul may we adore Thee, Our Saviour, ever more! 32 Brother Clement's Poems. IN MEMORIAM. My Sister and Mother. I. Sleep gently, dear Sister, by Shannon's broad stream ! Be calm, ye wild breezes — disturb not her rest! Be silent, ye sea-gulls that fitfully scream O'er the grave of the playmate and friend I loved best! II. Now grow the wild rose and the gay flowers of Spring, With ivy and myrtle and woodbine entwined, And wild feathered-minstrels most plaintively sing O'er that lone little grave where her bones are enshrined ! III. How oft did we wander through woodland and glen To pluck the sweet cowslip and primrose so pale — A lass of fifteen with her brother of ten, And she was the pride and delight of the vale! Brother Clement's Poems. 33 IV. Blackwater's deserted — the mill-stream is dry! The "Walks" are now lonely — our playmates are gone — Some 'neath the cold sod in the churchyard, sleep by The side of the one whom I doted upon ! V. And some, it is true, are now bridegrooms and brides — Some North, South and East and some far o'er the sea, But still with the writer their mem'ry abides, And he prays for their welfare while thinking of thee! VI. Now, Mother has followed thee to her last sleep- She lies side by side with thee now in Parteen ! But fresh in my heart your fond mem'ry Til keep Should distance divide us or seas roll between! VII. Farewell, darling Sister, your spirit has soared To the realms of peace, far beyond the blue sky! And now with that Saviour Whom you here adored You reign as His spouse in the mansions on high! 34 Brother Clement's Poems. DIVES AND LAZARUS. I. A rich man lies within his palace splendid Upon a bed of purest, softest down, He knows his sinful life is well nigh ended: He soon must leave his wealth and false re- nown! Doctors, servants, all are trying to please him — Alas! in vain! no solace can they bring: No art of theirs can in the slightest ease him, Though they have had recourse to everything! His conscience, burdened with a thousand evils, Torments him more than any other pain — He's hastening to the sad abode of devils, Forever in that dungeon to remain ! II. A poor man lies upon a pallet lonely, He too is dying near the rich man's door! He has no friends save the poor dogs only That come to lick his wounds so very sore ! The crumbs that fall from Dives' table denied him, Abandoned like a leper there he lies ! Unseen by man, bright angels stand beside him, While to his God his earnest prayers arise ! Brother Clement's Poems. 35 "Great God," he says, "I know Thou wilt not leave me To suffer long upon this sinful shore — My pains are naught — my sins alone that grieve me — Forgive me, Lord, and I shall sin no more !" III. Lazarus, thy pains will soon be ended — Thy prayers are heard — thy soul will soon be free, But Dives, who so oft his God offended, Will sink to Hell for all eternity! Both die, — they hear the final sentence; Lazarus has saved his loyal soul, But Dives died without the least repentance And is condemned while endless ages roll ! Now what is life with all its sinful pleasure? A passing dream, compared with Heaven's de- light. Then let us hoard a store of Heavenly treasure, And save our souls by doing what is right ! S6 Brother Clement's Poems. LORD, THAT I MAY SEE! I. When difficulties cross my path And clouds o'ershadow me, With firm hope on Thee I'll call Lord, that I may see ! II. When tempted to betray my God By pride or vanity, My frailty at that same hour Lord, that I may see ! III. When reprimanded for my faults With true humility I'll ask of Thee but this request: Lord, that I may see ! IV. And when the hour of death shall come And I am called to Thee, The glory then of Thy elect Lord, that I may see ! Brother Clement's Poems. 37 V. With Heaven's Queen and angels bright, For all eternity, The face of my Redeemer dear Lord, that I may see ! fa fa fa RESIGNATION. Acrostic. Friends may fail to do their duty In our need, and pass us by: All earthly friendship, honor, beauty- Talent fades, for all must die ! Vain indeed is earthly pleasure, O, let it not our hearts enslave: Let us store up heavenly treasure Until we reach the silent grave ! Naught but Heaven is worth gaining 'Tis the cross that tries our love : All we bear without complaining Serves to merit Heaven above! Teach us, Lord, true resignation Unto Thy will— our sure salvation— And thus our loving Saviour prove ! 38 Brother Clement's Poems. OBEDIENCE. I. Each mortal in his turn must obey A higher power, for such is God's decree: Rebellious nature often may gainsay, But crush it with sincere humility! II. Than self a harder master none can serve — Pamper it — the more it still demands: To please it then exert both brain and nerve — You cannot yet fulfil all it commands ! III. And when at last you lie upon the bed Of death — a selfish and deluded man — In vain you try to rest your weary head; What hope have you? Ah, tell me if you can! IV. Alas, no hope beyond this sinful shore ! Your pleasure ceases with your sinful life : Ah, then you can indulge yourself no more, When launched into a world of pain and strife ! Brother Clement's Poems. 39 V. How happy he who in this exile lives Obedient to the laws of God and man, And to his neighbor good example gives In strict accordance with our Saviour's plan! VI. For him this life has truly many joys But holy ones, and not results of sin; And, when grim Death his mortal frame de- stroys, Eternal joys for him at last begin ! -alt- n|e- -jje- OUR FLAG. Acrostic. Our Country's Flag will stand the test: Let traitors do their level best! Defiant it shall ever be — Glorious in Victory! Liberty it does proclaim: On it there ne'er was speck of shame ! Raise it high o'er land and sea ! Yes, it will lead to Victory! 40 Brother Clement's Poems. CENTERPORT. Dear Centerport, surpassing fair, Abounding in all rural charms, No seaside can with thee compare In shady groves and fertile farms ! The dear old bridge — the harbor gay, The mill-pond in the sunshine gleaming, Where sportive fish forever play When Sol in zenith pride is beaming ! The cherry boughs all bending low With ruby fruit so fascinating, The bathers rushing to and fro Midst festive scenes most captivating. The Yacht Club House, where oft at eve Vacationists in glee assemble, And with their song before they leave Make Centerport high Heaven resemble. The swelling tide upon whose wave A thousand fairy skiffs are dancing — All, all invite the gay and grave To come to Centerport entrancing. Brother Clement's Poems. 41 ERIN'S CONVERSION. Acrostic. Sadly o'er Erin the night-cloud was lowering And deeply enveloped her people long lay In blind superstition and darkness o'erpowering: No angel of light had yet shown them the way ! The priests and the people alike were deluded, Praying to false gods of wood and of clay; At last, a great Saint, in his pity, concluded To brighten the land like the dawning of day ! Revered be his name, the true Faith he implanted: Inspired by his words, their false gods they ig- nored: Christians at last, sweetest hymns they then chanted — Kneeling, in Faith, the true God they adored! 42 Brother Clement's Poems. VIA CRUCIS. I. With yells and screams, the furious crowd To Calvary, our Lord is leading: Beneath the cross His head is bowed — His sacred face is bruised and bleeding. II. Thrice He staggers, thrice He falls, His hands and feet are cut and torn — In vain for mercy Jesus calls: By God Himself He seems forlorn. III. The savage soldiers rudely tear His sacred flesh with stripes and lashes : They drag Him to His feet and swear, While each his teeth in frenzy gnashes. IV. Ah, who can tell His mother's grief When she beholds her Son thus treated? Alas, no hand bears kind relief! On every side with scorn she's greeted. V. With Magdalene and John she stands And sees her Son in anguish kneeling: Rough nails are driven through His hands, Yet still for mercy He's appealing. Brother Clement's Poems. 43 VI. Mercy for Himself — Oh, no ! But for the very ones who nail Him: "Forgive them, Father — mercy show" — Yet still with curses they assail Him. VII. He dies upon the cross of shame — As prophesied in sacred story: By that the foe He overcame — That very death to Him is glory. VIII. To save us all He bled and died — A Victim for the world's salvation: 0, precious blood! 0, sacred tide That cancelled our sure Condemnation ! IX. Then let us kiss that saving cross On which the Sacred Heart was broken, And vow that we shall suffer loss And death, our Faith thus to betoken. 44 Brother Clement's Poems. The Limerick Christian Brothers' Centenary. 1816—1916. Acrostic. Go ask the Limerick children, their fathers and grand sires, Of whom they learned how to gain their youthful hearts' desires, Decidedly, if Catholic, they'll tell you, one and all, Beloved Christian Brothers have taught them great and small ! Limerick has known them now for full a hundred years — Esteemed them, too, deservedly, through stuggles, toils and tears! So well may we be proud of them — a learned band are they: Success attends their teaching, and their pupils take the sway! The Christian Brothers' boys have won high honors in the past; Higher still we hope they'll soar, as long as time will last ! "Excelsior" their motto is, and well they prove it too — Brother Clement's Poems. 45 Competitors are many now, but equals there are few; High the standard of their course, they prove it at exams, Regardless of the blockheads who proclaim "Their system crams." Is there a College that can beat the Christian Brothers' Schools, Since at the Intermediate tests they knock all into fools? "The proof," we know, "of pudding is the eating" — that is true : Indeed, dear Christian Brothers, then we all are proud of you ! A blessing on your noble toil, your virtue, care and zeai i No words can properly express the happiness we feel, Beloved Christian Brothers, at this your Jubilee! Rejoice, dear sons of Limerick, in whatever land you be ! Oft indeed we, exiles some thousands miles away, Turn our thoughts to Limerick, and for our loved ones pray ! Heaven bless our Teachers and the Christian Brothers' Schools, Endeared to us — from these we learned our simple golden rules! Receive this little tribute from a pupil fond and true — Sincerely shall I ever pray, my cherished Friends, for you ! 46 Brother Clement's Poems. THE GLORIOUS MONTH OF MAY. I. The azure sky smiles fair and bright, The earth looks truly gay, And flowers bloom in mead and vale In ever-glorious May! II. The busy bees are on the wing: At earnest work are they — Their combs with honey pure they fill In ever-glorious May! III. Gay butterflies go flitting by And ever seem to say: "Come, boys and girls, play with us This ever-glorious May !" IV. The robin pours his mellow notes, From dawn till close of day; All Nature seems in ecstasy In ever-glorious May! V. The mountain-torrents tumble down The rock-impeded way, And seem to revel in the sun In ever-glorious May! Brother Clement's Poems. 47 VI. Yes, 'tis the month of Heaven's Queen, Then let us fondly pray That Mary may be known and loved This ever-glorious May! -#- *■ ■*■ JUNE. Acrostic. This is the time of fairest flowers, Heavenly dew and sunny showers! Enchanting is the azure sky — So let us turn our thoughts on high: A God of love has tapped His veins — Conquered Hell and burst its chains- Redeemed the fallen human race — Established us once more in grace! Deserving of our love is He, How can we then ungrateful be? Excessive love has rent His side And caused to flow a saving tide ! Responsive, let us do our part To glorify the Sacred Heart ! 48 Brother Clement's Poems. TO THE HOLY FAMILY. Acrostic. Join your voices, children faithful, Ever praising Christ Our King: Show that you are truly grateful: Unto Him your tribute bring. See His Sacred Heart all-bleeding, Model true of love divine, And, though dying, He is pleading Remission of your sins and mine! Yea, to Mary, His dear Mother, As she stands in anguish there Now, as son, He gives another — Devoted John her lot will share! Jesus, Mary, Joseph, guide us Onward through this sinful vale, Stand forever close beside us, E'er raise us when fall or fail ! Place us in your sure protection, Help us when our foes assail ! Brother Clement's Poems. 49 IN MEMORIAM. Acrostic. Many indeed are the sorrows of Erin: Robbed has she been of her children galore ! Some fill nameless graves at the hand of the tyrant And sleep in the dust of their dear native shore ! Not a few of her dear ones have died broken- hearted Across the broad ocean where Liberty reigns, Sorrowing over the fate of the heroes That caused Irish manhood to flow in their veins ! A Daughter of Erin, whose love was unbounded — So nobly she toiled for the land of her sires In anticipation of Freedom's bright dawning, A victim has died in her hopes and desires ! Keep her fond memory cherished forever In Erin and here in the "Land of the West." No Daughter more loving — no Spouse more de- voted, So, well did she merit of husbands the best ! Esteemed by her children so verily faithful, Loved by us, Irish, the whole world o'er! Lord Jesus, have mercy on her so tender And grant her beatitude forevermore! Amen. 50 Brother Clement's Poems. INTERNAL PEACE. I. A man may be opulent, healthy and gay, Of beauty surpassing the young rose in May; His friends may be counted by thousands and more, His influence reaching from shore unto shore — But what is all this? If his heart be depraved — His conscience o'erburdened, his poor soul en- slaved By sins unremitted, perhaps unconfessed: Where is his happiness, comfort or rest? II. How can he gaze on the star-studded sky, Or look with delight on the brook babbling by? Or scan the fair landscape adorned with flowers, Or inhale the fragrance of sweet vernal bowers; Knowing that he is an outcast in truth — A traitor to God since the days of his youth! Let the poorest of beggars then envy him not: Remorse is his portion and sad is his lot! III. Counterfeit happiness soon fades away And leaves the poor sinner to demons a prey ! Brother Clement's Poems. 51 At the close of the day, when he seeks for repose, In vain are his efforts, for full well he knows That, e'en ere the morn, he may be in Hell: His evil forebodings, ah! then who can tell? What would he not give for his poor souFs release Ah, why did he sacrifice internal peace? IV. * The greatest of blessings that God can bestow Upon us, poor mortals, in this vale of woe, Is internal peace, for by it we are free From remorse, the destroyer of true liberty! In peace with our God, with ourselves and with all, What then need we care, though our income be small? How happy is he who can truthfully say "My heart is as light as a feather today"! 52 Brother Clement's Poems. THE POWER OF EXAMPLE. I. If we wish to convert men We must preach by action then: Words are good, but fail to teach If we don't practice what we preach, II. Example, we all know full well, Will lead to Heaven or to Hell; Then let us strive, with all our might, To teach by doing what is right. III. The voice and pen may do their part, But 'tis the act that sways the heart: In vain he says "Rise with the sun," If he himself would sleep till noon. IV. Not "Press on" but "Follow me" Is the way to victory; Undoubtedly we shall succeed If we ourselves but take the lead. V. Our Blessed Lord example gave How we our precious souls could save: By precept and example too He taught all men what they should do ! Brother Clement's Poems. 53 TO THE EGOTIST. I. 'Tis true that human nature Is prone to be quite vain : To extol one's own achievements And vaunt of earthly gain: To assert superiority Of talent and of skill, And hold one's own opinion In discussion — come what will! The rival may say what he likes Or thinks, or means to try — He's bound to be defeated By that little pronoun "I" ! II. Well now, my friend, what are you Or have you of your own That makes you so conceited, If truth were only known? You came from dust and ashes — To the same you will return — All that you can claim is sin: Rejoice not then, but mourn! Yes, mourn, for you claim as yours The gifts of God on high — Perhaps you do not think so When you use the pronoun "I." 54 Brother Clement's Poems. DISPUTATIO. Objiciens. Duo et tres sunt par et impar, atqui duo et tres sunt quinque: ergo quinque sunt par et impar. Defendens. I. Mi amice, tarn amare Noli mecum disputare: Bene scio quae dicam: Facile te convincam Si verba mea vis audire Et statum quaestionis scire. II. Duo tresque par et impar Sunt separatim vere semper, Secus autem non est ita, Ergo sophisma evita. Te errare nonne vides? Oh, quam stulte nunc tu rides! Brother Clement's Poems. 55 Objiciens. Confiteor me esse victum, Tamen nondum derelictum : Habeo quo te confundam, Et argumentis te inundem. Responde mihi nunc tarn cito Quam tu possis, te invito ! Argumentum Secundum. Nihil melius est Coelo; atqui argentum melius est quam nihil; ergo argentum melius est Caelo. Defendens. Haec vox "nihil" in majore Non est eadem in minore: Vox ambigua est plane — Non argumentaris sane: Lex prima ergo violatur — Ignorantia excusatur! 56 Brother Clement's Poems. THE SOULS IN PURGATORY. I. Perhaps from Purgatorial fire Some soul beloved to us is pleading. What thoughts then would not this inspire Evoking earnest interceding? Perhaps a father holds his hands To, us in loving supplication: Who would not break his prison bands By offering propitiation? II. He cannot pay up past arrears: His meritorious acts are ended, So now he begs, in moans and tears, That our compassion be extended! Oh, pray to Jesus then today That his poor soul may gain admission To Heaven, without more delay, To enjoy the beatific vision! III. A mother, whom we loved so dear, Perhaps in captive chains and anguish, Implores our aid — shall we not hear, But leave her there in pain to languish? How truly callous is the heart That is not moved by such affliction? That does not strive to do its part, Oblivious of her dereliction? Brother Clement's Poems. 57 IV. Perhaps some friend of childhood days — A brother, sister or relation, Nov/, far away from mortal gaze, Suffers pangs, without cessation: Ask of Mary, Mother mild, To plead with Jesus for the captive ! Help a poor abandoned child — Let your charity be active ! V. Transient is all earthly joy — Fleeting and ephemeral, pleasure, Who is free from sin's alloy? Who has stored but Heavenly treasure? We too shall quit this sinful shore: Our earthly joy will cease forever: Our time of merit will be o'er, Our fondest ties we then must sever! VI. If we wish our friends to pray For our poor souls, we should remember That the fragrant flowers of May Will never last through bleak December! We should think of those who passed Life's portals, and are gone before us; Our tide of life is ebbing fast: Soon Death will draw his mantle o'er us ! 58 Brother Clement's Poems. IN MEMORIAM. Rev. Bro. Jerome, O.S.F. I. He's gone from the halls of his dearly-loved Col- lege Where humbly he labored thru' many long years ! He's gone to his God, the great Giver of knowl- edge, And left all his pupils in sorrow and tears ! He's gone from his brothers, his friends and rela- tions: He soared to the realms beyond the blue sky — He's freed from his exile, its wiles and tempta- tions, And shines like a star in the mansions on high ! II. All loved him who knew him — his words were prophetic: He spoke as an angel and not as a man: — He soothed all grief with his accents pathetic, Placing all discord and strife under ban! His pupils he loved with a father's affection, Imparting deep knowledge, enlivened by Faith, Brother Clement's Poems. 59 And long shall he dwell in their fond recollection, Tho' that voice so familiar is now hushed in death ! III. His Order he loved with its founder's devotion: — He toiled for its weal till he heaved his last sigh: Most powerful in frame with a heart in propor- tion, He feared not to struggle, to suffer and die! Farewell, dearest Brother, the struggle is ended: A hero, in glory, you've gone to your home! Your banner — the Faith — you have nobly de- fended — Sweet Jesus have mercy on Brother Jerome! 60 Brother Clement's Poems, i ACROSTIC To Very Rev. Mons. Flannery, LL.D. Vouchsafe, great Prelate, to permit us say Elated truly do we feel today! Respect to thee means joy to all thy fold: Your virtues shine more brilliant far than gold! Rome has honored thee with title high — Esteemed we'll hold thee till our latest sigh ! Vaunting not, with truth we may exclaim Most worthy is Our Rector of his fame ! Of talent and of knowledge a vast mine, No heart more humble still withal than thine ! Sincerely do we wish thee length of years; May health be thine when hoary age appears! Great indeed thy sacerdotal zeal; Faithfully you preach, console and heal — Lightening cares — applying balm to all, And ever ready at thy duty's call ! No orator more eloquent than you — No, thine are words that fall like heavenly dew, Enlightening and enlivening all who hear, Rekindling Faith, and soon its fruits appear ! Yes, dearest Father, we shall ever pray Long may you live: may Heaven your deeds re- pay! Let all proclaim within our city's walls Dear is the noble Prelate of St. Paul's ! Brother Clement's Poems. 61 TO MY SOUL. I. Arise, arise deluded soul — Dispel the shadows that surround thee! Regard no pain, but burst in twain Those shackles that too long have bound thee ! Avoid, avoid the tempting bait — Behold, the joys of Heaven await thee: Take courage then, regard not men, But fight lest sinful pride elate thee! II. Arise, arise, lethargic soul — Too long — alas, too long — you've slumbered, Since every hour that youVe misspent In the Eternal Book is numbered! Ah! what a sad account for thee, My sinful soul, make restitution: Now give thyself entire to God, And beg of Him for absolution! III. Escape, escape imprisoned soul — Take up thy cross and leave forever The haunts of sin, the world of vice, For Heaven is gained by the endeavor: Do thou amend a misspent life Which only leads to condemnation: Choose thou, this day, the narrow path, With fear and prayer work out salvation ! 62 Brother Clement's Poems. RECOLLECTIONS I. Though far from thee, dear Shannon stream, My lot may be to roam forever, Thy silver tide and music wild Shall cease to dwell in mem'ry never! How often in the days of youth I've stood upon thy banks so grassy And fished from morn until eve 'Neath Castle Troy and dear old Plassy! What cared I then for rain or shine, Provided that the fish were biting? I knew no better sport than that, Nor cared for pastime more inviting. II. Can I forget my dear Parteen, Where I was born, educated And lived until I was thirteen And from the sixth class graduated? My schoolmates and my boyhood days I oft recall, when I am sleeping! Though far away I am today, In spirit I am vigils keeping! I romp once more on old Church Hill, Or swim across the lordly Shannon, Whose waters, roaring at the Weir, Sound like the boom of distant cannon! Brother Clement's Poems. 63 III. The Groves of Corbally so fair Are present to my mental vision — The dear old mill is silent now, And must be so is the decision ! The Plank, from which so oft, in youth, I dived into the rapid river, Remains there still, though I am gone — Perhaps we're parted now forever! Blackwater Walks are still more fair Than when, in youth, I rambled through them; So changed are they that, when home last, I must confess I scarcely knew them ! IV. Perchance no more the blackbird's note Will cheer my heart from hazel bowers: Perchance the pond Til view no more, All covered with its snow-white flowers: Perchance no more I'll see the spot Where first I saw the light of morn — The sweetest spot upon this earth — Dear old Firhill, where I was born! So fare-the-well, dear old Firhill! But stay with me, sweet recollection: My Brother, Nephews, Nieces all, I'll ever cherish with affection! 64 Brother Clement's Poems. DEATH-BED REPENTANCE. I. "I'm wealthy, young and handsome too — A long, long life I have before me : I shall enjoy it and pursue Sweet pleasure's course, no care to bore me ! Let others fast, and watch, and pray — It is too soon for me to worry — I'll take the chances — come what may — There's plenty time — no need of hurry !" II. Thus speaks the poor deluded youth Whose only thought is sinful pleasure: He listens not to words of truth: He spurns graces without measure; His outraged conscience speaks in vain: He has no time to listen to it — Its truthful words cause too much pain, But soon the wanton youth will rue it! III. Soon sickness comes and lays him low Upon a bed of pain and sorrow; What solace has he in his woe? He may be dead before the morrow ! Brother Clement's Poems. 65 He realizes his sad state, And begs of God to be forgiven, Confesses with compunction great, Receives, and is annointed even! IV. Next day he rallies — still grows strong, Is stronger still upon the morrow; He says, if spared, he'll ne'er do wrong, But spend his life in heart-felt sorrow For all offenses of the past; But soon, forgetting his Creator, When tempted, he succumbs at last, And sinks into transgressions greater! V. Was his conversion then sincere? How futile was his resolution! He has not strength to persevere, Though granted pardon, absolution! Then let us not procrastinate, But live like Christians ever faithful: Thus, well prepared for any fate, We'll prove to God that we are grateful! 66 Brother Clement's Poems. A Double-Rhyming Acrostic to Erin. May peace and prosperity brighten thy skies God grant thee the freedom the foe now denies ! Bless and protect, till the struggle is o'er, Thee, lovely Erin, whose plight I deplore! Dear are thy hills and thy valleys to me: Erin a Nation, in spirit, I see ! Afar o'er the ocean in mem'ry I stray O'er the green fields of Munster, so far, far away ! The home of my youth I again long to see: Sea has no terrors nor dangers for me! And 0, how I pray on a far-distant shore, Grant Erin her Freedom, dear Lord, evermore! Every ruse of the traitor and tyrant defeat: Grace her with concord and harmony sweet! In Thy tender mercy, dear Saviour, impart Abundance to Erin, the joy of my heart! To Thee I commend her, her joys and her tears — Thee, her Defender thru' thousands of years! Brother Clement's Poems. 67 THE THOUGHTS OF AN EXILE. (Double-Rhyming Acrostic.) I claim there's not a fairer land: See her clad in verdure grand! It matters not tho Winter reign, Still her charms all remain! That same old land looks young and fair Dear are her lakes of beauty rare ! Old, yet ever young to me — Land, not made for slavery! Though sad oppressed, thou shalt arise Far brighter than the eastern skies! Away with traitors from thy shore: ' It has been thus — 'twill be no more! Be sure that God will dry thy tears: I hoped and prayed for many years — Hope on, my soul, the day is nigh: To see her free, I fain would die! Cross the desert in good faith — The spring is near — sleep not in death! Deep in our bosoms, Liberty, Once planted, must asserted be ! More pressure must be brought to bear, My countrymen, our cause is fair! Childhood's dreams arise again — Home of brave and valiant men To right your cause we'll raise our voice, See how all Irish hearts rejoice! 68 Brother Clement's Poems. IN MEMORIAM. Little Cousin Jim O'Connell, killed in an auto- mobile accident at Chicago, 111., Decoration Day, 1918. I. They had but one, and loved him dear: He was his parents' joy, But cruel Death deprived them of Their charming little boy! 'Tis true they miss him from their home : His voice no more they hear; They do not see him, but they know The angel hovers near! II. His little playmates loved him too: A favorite with all — A manly little chap was he, Although so young and small. Did he but live, he sure would be A patriot of fame — An honor to his country And the old O'Connell name ! III. But God knows best — let us not weep; He's now with Heaven's Queen ! He's playing with the angels, Far from the gaze of men! Frost sometimes blights the budding rose, So too it was with him — Alas, we miss our angel boy, Dear Little Cousin Jim! Brother Clement's Poems. 69 LONELY ROSMADDA. (My First Attempt at Poetry.) I. Is it thus, Rosmadda, that thou art forsaken — Thus lone and deserted, thou sweet little spot? Like the gay flowers of Spring, from the orchard- trees shaken, That fall to the earth but to wither and rot! II. Thy mill lies in ruins, most sad to be gazed on — Thy mill-stream is choked up with rushes and weeds, And gone are the lambkins which formerly grazed on Thy well-sheltered fields and thy sweet, flowery meads ! III. Ah, lonely Rosmadda, of dwellings the fairest, Thy walls are now crumbling fast to decay! Oh, lovely Rosmadda, of beauties the rarest, Thy beauty has left thee and faded away ! IV. Oh, where is that beauty that once shed around thee A richness of perfume — a magical spell? And where are those charms which formerly bound me To love thee, Rosmadda, thou lone little dell? 70 Brother Clement's Poems. CONTENTS PAGE A Friend 3 The Siege of Limerick i 4 A Thought 7 Blackwater Stream 8 Deus Meus et Omnia 9 Communio Spiritualis 10 Ave Maria 10 The Glen of Delight 11 The Cross 12 Old Niagara 13 Shamrocks from Erin 14 St. Patrick's Day in New York City 16 Robert Emmett 18 The Blighted Rosebud 19 The Drunkard 20 Happiness 21 A Scene from Mt. Melleray 22 Choice of Professions 24 A Christmas Acrostic 28 England's Cause 29 The Violet and the Poppy 30 Angelical Salutation 31 In Memoriam (My Sister and Mother) 32 Brother Clement's Poems. 71 PAGE Dives and Lazarus 34 Lord, that I may see 36 Resignation. Acrostic 37 Obedience 38 Our Flag 39 Centerport 40 Erin's Conversion 41 Via Crucis 42 The Christian Brothers' Centenary 1816-1916. Acrostic 44 The Glorious Month of May 46 June. Acrostic 47 The Holy Family. Acrostic 48 In Memoriam. Acrostic 49 Internal Peace 50 Power of Example 52 To the Egotist 53 Disputatio 54 Souls in Purgatory 56 In Memoriam. Rev. Bro. 'Jerome, O.S.F 58 Acrostic to Very Rev. Mons. Flannery, LL.D 60 To My Soul 61 Recollections 62 Death-Bed Repentance 64 A Double-Rhyming Acrostic to Erin 66 The Thoughts of an Exile (Double-Rhyming Acrostic) .... 67 In Memoriam (Little Cousin Jim O'Connell) 68 Lonely Rosmadda (My First Attempt at Poetry) 69 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS £§gll£§ffi&i !wh wouiiffi! MHMHHHi im|Hi Sam