. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. hem starof faith sheds dazzling lustre on each loyal heart, as it once did onthe shepherds of Judea, and they, too, re-echo Venite Adoremus. Ah! if we would always gladly respond to the Venite!but, alas, too often we close our obdurate hearts to the blessed VENITK ADO REM US 107 entreaty, and worship not at the Crib of Him who came to seekand to save sinners. Venite Adoremus! in how many care-burdened souls dothese words find a responsive chord, which vibrates in exquisitesensitiveness to the awakening touch! For how many hearts be-numbed with pain has not t
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. hem starof faith sheds dazzling lustre on each loyal heart, as it once did onthe shepherds of Judea, and they, too, re-echo Venite Adoremus. Ah! if we would always gladly respond to the Venite!but, alas, too often we close our obdurate hearts to the blessed VENITK ADO REM US 107 entreaty, and worship not at the Crib of Him who came to seekand to save sinners. Venite Adoremus! in how many care-burdened souls dothese words find a responsive chord, which vibrates in exquisitesensitiveness to the awakening touch! For how many hearts be-numbed with pain has not this pean of gladness opened the flood-gates of tears, relieving sorrow and pointing out a new and highermotive for which to live and to suffer. As long as the heart has passions, as long as life has woes, will this Venite Adoremus bear the same sweet meaning as itbreathed to the .Judean shepherds on the heights of BethlehemChristmas night, two thousand years ago. LuciLE of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, Oakland, There are lives that bless and are blessed whereer they are like fertilizing streams that flow through the arid desertclothing its dreary sands with a mantle of softest verdure and gem-ming it with starry Howers.—Laura Glenn. There are sunbeams that owe their light, not to the sun, but tosome golden hearts that cast their fragrance oer our our lives seem cold and dreary, they drive away the word, a look, a smile from those we hold dear, brings happinessto many a weary heart. pt WiQ Mumm^ Just as Time turns to bid farewell to Summer,To Ccatch the last perfume she breathes; Snatching stray bits of her radiance and colorHe paints gray Octobers sere leaves. Thus tenderly leaving a seal for a memory Of beauty we would not us a promise in Autumns own colors Of radiance more rare for us yet. True ! but for Thee all had been cold and dreary, Thou hast a mysterious chain,Which links the beauties of neer forgot Su
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