Catholic Educational Review, Band 15,Ausgabe 3

Catholic University of America Press, 1918

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Seite 201 - With the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.
Seite 197 - COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee. Do thou With courtesy receive him : rise and bow : And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave, Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality, no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate Thy soul's marmoreal calmness.
Seite 211 - If thou wilt be perfect, go sell what thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me.
Seite 199 - All which I took from thee, I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!
Seite 198 - When to the new eyes of thee All things by immortal power, Near or far, Hiddenly To each other linked are, That thou canst not stir a flower Without troubling of a star...
Seite 201 - ALL in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying With a weak human cry, I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die.
Seite 202 - To God, I wept, and said: Ah, when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the cky, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.
Seite 203 - tis by courtesy ; Not with her least consent of will, Which would my proud affection hurt, But by the noble style that still Imputes an unattain'd desert; Because her gay and lofty brows, When all is won which hope can ask, Reflect a light of hopeless snows That bright in virgin ether bask; Because, though free of the outer court I am, this Temple keeps its shrine Sacred to Heaven ; because, in short, She's not and never can be mine.
Seite 196 - Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be, And there in hope the lone night-watches keep, Told out for me. There, motionless and happy in my pain, Lone, not forlorn, — There will I sing my sad perpetual strain, Until the mom.
Seite 202 - Didst Thou kneel at night to pray, And didst Thou join Thy hands, this way? And did they tire, sometimes, being young? And make the prayer seem very long? And dost Thou like it best, that we, Should join our hands to pray to Thee? (I used to think, before I knew, The prayer not said unless we do.) OTHSR And did Thy Mother at the night Kiss Thee, and fold the clothes in right?

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