. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. and mouldering column high, Nor ruined, crumbling, moss-topped arch,In whispers low and mournful speak Of cruel Times remorseless simple tombstone and a cross Oershadows now the flowering sod,And tells us that one angel more Now pleads for us in the courts of God. Through infancy we look uponA vista of oncoming years. ADDRESS GIVEN TO REV. FATHER KING And seek through dimness to descryThe guerdon which their ending bears. For thine own self, a monument, ]\Iore grand than heros laureled tomb. Thou rearest crowning it with flowersMore fair than valleys
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. and mouldering column high, Nor ruined, crumbling, moss-topped arch,In whispers low and mournful speak Of cruel Times remorseless simple tombstone and a cross Oershadows now the flowering sod,And tells us that one angel more Now pleads for us in the courts of God. Through infancy we look uponA vista of oncoming years. ADDRESS GIVEN TO REV. FATHER KING And seek through dimness to descryThe guerdon which their ending bears. For thine own self, a monument, ]\Iore grand than heros laureled tomb. Thou rearest crowning it with flowersMore fair than valleys richest bloom. But God, in justice can reward So holy and so high a deed;The harvest mayst thou live to see Of what thou sowest now in see this Convent stately rise Still guided by this Sister band;Its pupils, mayst thou live to see, The gifted, noblest in the land. When thee, the angel death will weary care and crushing strife. Oh! mayst thou greet thy children each,In that, the purer, better life. S. M. I. fe^^. Every day is a syllable ; every month a word to make the sen-tence of a vear.—K. K. iemcmkpanee of |p. i^eptFiisle of bl^e jacp^<^ +leaFt Tis the feast of the angel of healing,In the glow of Octobers late hours, And the day has been vocal with wishesAnd wreathed with the fairest of flowers. Like the songs and the smiles of the angel Of peace and of joy all the day,From the true hearts of kindred and friendship What sunshine, has Hooded my way. What greetings and prayers, soulful treasures,That are part of the life whence they flow, Tender tokens of selfless remembrance. Blooms too bright for this brief life below. Blooms of kindness so sweet and so fragrantThat they thrill me with grateful surprise. For they bear on their exquisite petals,The l)reath of (lods love from the skies. Tis the feast of the angel of healing,Of the angel of Peace and of Love, But I miss in the glow of the sunsetThe gleam of a snowy-winged dove. llEMEMBIiASCK OF SR. GEi
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