Ah! when wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home? Now at least we'll keep Thee When our hearts Thou leavest, Worthless though they be, Give them to Thy Mother To be kept for Thee. * 42 42 Easter. -F. FABER. EARS of dew from olive-branches Break the silence of the garden Where white lilies lean in gloom. See! Two women 'mid the shadows! Talking in heart-broken accents, "Who shall roll the stone away?" A Memory and A Hope. FTEN 'tis true, on my day's horizon OF But within my heart I carry a whisper All day long like a ballad burden, Rings in my heart that musical chime, All my minutes swing backward and forward, Between the bliss of two points of time; And I know that the grateful Heart on the altar Is touched to think that my own is gay, Just because He is coming to-morrow, Just because He has come to-day. EVERY lesson of Christianity is summed up in that one word "Sacrifice," and Christian Perfection is attained when, in every moment of our lives, in every change and every vicissitude under the frown as well as under the smile of Heaven, we can say with the truthfulness of Mary, "Thy will be done." -VERY REV. P. A. SHEEHAN, P. P. |