Я “God Bless You and MOTHER'S love is half the home Where health and peace and happiness When evening's shadows gathered 'round This loving mother's tender care, Ere passing from their sight, The years have come, the years have gone, Yet always singing to their souls Was this unending prayer: The prayer that in this happy home O Mary, Mother of us all, Our hope, our joy, our light, Still guard us with those blessed words: Good Wishes. (OME friends may wish you free from care, And others joy and wealth; Some may wish you blessings rare, Long life and perfect health; Our wish for you is better far Than others all have given, That when you from this world depart, Ը Pray for Me. O TIES of friendship here on earth, none stronger sweeter can there be, Than those expressed in grief or mirth in these brief words; friend, pray for me. It is the sigh of troubled hearts whate'er the source of grief may be When friend from friend in sorrow parts, he says farewell and pray for me. At morn when all the eastern skies in golden splendor clothed we see, And thy first thoughts to God arise the boon I ask is; pray for me. When Angelus at noontide rings with joyful peal reminding thee To raise thy soul from earthly things, Oh in that for me. moment pray When nights dark shadows softly steal in silence o'er the earth and sea, And thou in fervent prayer shalt kneel remember thou to pray for me. And at the altar when our Lord shall deign to come and visit thee. When thy devotion's finest chord is touched by Him, then pray for me. O sweet Communion, who can tell what glorious visions thou mayest see, When Jesus in thy soul shall dwell, in that blessed union pray for me. When thou shalt kneel at Mary's shrine and our dear Mother smiles on thee, Forget not this request of mine Oh, ask her then for me. to pray May God's choice blessings on thee rest and keep thy soul from evil free, May angels guard thee and request that thou shouldst often pray for me. Amid the changing scenes of life whate'er thy future lot may be, In smiles or tears, in peace or strife wher' er thou art, Oh, pray for me. And when beneath the verdant sod my earthly form in death shall be, Then recommend my soul to God and o'er my Oh pray for me. grave, -REV. MICHAEL S. BURKE, C.ss.R. 贝 |