. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ight dim, SIL ] Kn JUBILKE MEMORIA L An added charm thou eer dost ]) thou bidst me simply weaveA memory kept in many a heart,A memory sad that does not grieve. A\hen first the rays of morning shineAnd wake alike the flower and bird,The ever pleasant task is mine,To note the willing foot-step turned,By groups of dancing children pathway leading to this Shrine ;The blue sky bending over all,A benediction seems to fall. At noon, the sultry rays of sun,Well hid by leafy arch and the quiet persuasive nun,With humble mien and down
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ight dim, SIL ] Kn JUBILKE MEMORIA L An added charm thou eer dost ]) thou bidst me simply weaveA memory kept in many a heart,A memory sad that does not grieve. A\hen first the rays of morning shineAnd wake alike the flower and bird,The ever pleasant task is mine,To note the willing foot-step turned,By groups of dancing children pathway leading to this Shrine ;The blue sky bending over all,A benediction seems to fall. At noon, the sultry rays of sun,Well hid by leafy arch and the quiet persuasive nun,With humble mien and downcast eye,Approach the cherished altar throne ;Of loved duty tis a partTo lay each prayer at Marys feet—Her arms encircle Jesus heart. White-veiled, like group of angels novice band serene doth stand ;Their pure young souls forever through each face with heavenlj^ glow ;No burdens on their hearts do lie,For, casting all their cares on Him,Who counts the bird on every limb—Their souls in calm content eer GROTTO OF OUR LADV OF LOURDESINTERIOR OF PIETA ?SHRINE OF OIR LADY OF SORROWST. JOSEPHS SHRXXE AT THE SHIUXE OF OUR LADY OF SORROWS 5< And. thus succeeding, one by one,Come spirits joyous, spirits glad ;Some, souls devout, at set of lay their prayerful wishes down ;And some, to ask the precious l)oonThat innocence may ever know,The soul that now is stainless in its white the snow. O, Mother dear. Thy sorrow deep, Is marked by eyes that ever seek To fathom mysteries that sleep Beneath the closed lids of Him, Who loved the world too well, too well ; To-night, 1 ask a gift of Thee, To live, so filled with pain, for love Of thee, that all my life may be A ministry to thy dear Son. Agatha of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, Oakland, Cat.
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