O Holy Jesus, Prince of Peace and Saviour, To Thee we owe the peace that still prevails, Stilling the rude wills of men's wild behavior, And calming passion's fierce and stormy gales. O Holy Ghost, the Lord and the Life-giver, Thine is the quickening power that gives increase; From Thee have flowed, as from a pleasant river, Our plenty, wealth, prosperity, and peace. O Triune God, with heart and voice adoring, Praise we the goodness that doth crown our days; Pray we, that Thou wilt hear us, still imploring Thy love and favor, kept to ns always. WILLIAM CROSWELL DOANE O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are inet in thee to-night. For Christ is born of Mary, How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given ! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ euters in. O holy Child of Bethlehem! The great glad tidings tell; Oh come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel ! PHILLIPS BROOKS IN GALILEE ROMAN and Jew upon one level lie; Yet sparrows through the massive ruins fly, And o'er the sacred earth's embroidered crust Still goes the sower forth to sow, still must The shepherd with his sheep sit listlessly. There towers the mountain where the Teacher spake In those old times the sweet Beatitudes, Surviving kings and codes, fair words and feuds. There creeps the Jordan to its destined lake, The fisher casts his net into the sea, 1 Bee also p. 588. REINCARNATION Ir cannot be that He who made And know on earth no life but this, Of all its beauty and its bliss. It cannot be that all the years Of toil and care and grief we live Shall find no recompense but tears, No sweet return that earth can give; And struggle onward to achieve, It cannot be that, after all The mighty conquests of the mind, Our thoughts shall pass beyond recall And leave no record here behind; That all our dreams of love and fame, And hopes that time has swept away,— All that enthralled this mortal frame, Shall not return some other day. It cannot be that all the ties Of kindred souls and loving hearts Are broken when this body dies, And the immortal mind departs; That no serener light shall break At last upon our mortal eyes, To guide us as our footsteps make The pilgrimage to Paradise. DAVID BANKS SICKELS ROLL OUT, O SONG ROLL out, O song to God! And on the throngs of men, Sinks down, as if from angel tongues, Down in the darksome ways 1 Bee BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 781. So I go on not knowing, I would not if I might; I would rather walk in the dark with God than go alone in the light; I would rather walk with Him by faith than Thy hand with palm of martyrdom endow: walk alone by sight. My heart shrinks back from trials which the future may disclose, Yet I never had sorrow but what the dear Lord chose; So I send the coming tears back with the whispered word, "He knows." MARY GARDINER BRAINARD TO ST. MARY MAGDALEN MID the white spouses of the Sacred Heart, After its queen, the nearest, dearest thou: And when thy hair is all it will allow Who knelt not with thee on the gory sod, How should they now sit throned with thee above? Or where the crown our worship could be stow Like that long gold which wiped the feet of God? BENJAMIN DIONYSIUS HIL (Father Edmund, of the Heart of Mary, C. P.) Oh! could the faith of childhood's days, EUGENE ENRY PULLEN ONE SATURDAY I NEVER had a happier time, Than one midsummer afternoon, And Saturday, And you came out with me to play; We proudly walked and tossed our heads Thrice prudent sovereigus, we made And fashioned for our royal hands Had surely less Than we, of proud self-consciousness, While wreaths of honeysuckle hung Around your rosy neck, And tufts of marigold looped up Our chosen land was parted out, My kingdom, from the garden wall 1 See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 817. |