Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1864-03-05
For the Telegraph
written on Reading an Account Of en-
Banning OF the Jesuit Church in chill.
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wrltten on Reading an Account of th'
Banning ofthe Jesuit Church in chill.
BrD.A.H,
Come now, oh ye people, and offer your tears
On the alter of charity offer them up;
Shed as copious showers as your heart spring
bears,
For the drainers of sorrows bitterest cup.
Aye justly indeed, may a nations tears flow
In behalf ofthe stricken, bereaved and distressed
Who bend broken hearted beneath the dread
blow,
Which the Infinite only for good could hayt
blessed
Well may we in sorrow our own fate bewail,
When traitorous foes in rebellion have risen,
And in their proud vaunting have dared to assail
The flag, laws and rights by our forefathers given
Fearful indeed are the dark horrors of war,
Its carnage, its crueltes, dire to behold
The pale CHASTITY visage, the fresh bleeding scar,
The heart still and lifeless, but now fearless and
bold,
The wailings of mothers for sons that are lost
OF wives and of children, for husband and sire,
Who have fought, bled and died, where bayo-
nets crossed
And the engines of war poured their murderous
fire.
Aye well may we mourn the sad fate of those,
Who are left here to suffer on life's weary road,
But halo's of glory light graves that now close
Der the ashes of heros who lie meath the sod
Your tears we bid to flow for those far away,
Who dwell beneath a tropics burning sun,
Where Papsh ignorance dims the mental day,
And Romsh superstition, power has won.
BY Pope and by priest festivals proclaimed,
In honor of her who was Mother of God,
A mystery new, is invented and named,
"The conception Immaculate, " worthy our
Lord.
Midst gorgeous and pompous show they cele-
brate
In honor of the Virgin their holy rights
Nor do their solemn rejoicings terminate
For thirty long days. and days out of nights.
Iowere, OF Mary's month this day was the last,
| More brilliant and beautiful then the display,
Excellng in splendor each one that had passed,
Slblimely resplendent in dazzling array.
! Within the lengthy allies colosal statues stood,
Of saints and martyrs, sufferers for their faith,
Ard high above, as if all others to exclude,
| That Saint of saints, who greatest honor hath.
From arch to arch, from base to capital,
Garlands of flowers in vast profuson grew,
Curtains of gauze, in folds most prodigal,
Aud mystic symbold banners lightly flew.
The day had passed, and now the sitting sur
Its crimson light upon all nature shed:
All. Now prophetic, for its course was run.
That day with its joys and its sorrows was dead
But then no one thought that day to mourn for
As the night into day as by magic they turn;
Aye, little they thought that ere night was DER
The angel of death in their midst would sojourn
Ten times ten hundred radiant lamps wer,
hung
BY silken cords from arch and roof and vaulteC
dome,
Through nave and aisles, in transcept and il
choir they swung;
Their light in every niche and dark recess foun
room.
There was floating, omnipresent sea of light
From peak of lofty roof, far over head,
Whence never yet the sun had driven night,
Down to the tombstone of the honored dead,
Long ere the rumble of the vesper bell ha
ceased,
Three thousand anxious worshippers had com
There at the bidding of their bigot priest
Who learned them well the doctrines of falls
Rome,
Woman alone was there, ofhigh and low degree
That vast assembage not man contained,
The old and bent with years, the young an
full of gee,
The same devout respect supported and re
strained,
The opened doors received the food Of liyip
t souls,
Which at the sacred portals pouring in, SOC
filled
The place, aad as the deep wide stream in 6
lence rolls,
, To this vast concourse as by holy awe was sti
ed.
t Some on their bended knees to fervent pray,
. were given,
And others, less devout conyersed in tone
more loY;
e Whilst seraph music, as if from Heaven,
On angels pinions floated down to those below
But look ye worshippers, aud tell me 20
can,
Whence that bright fame that upward sped il
way,
Was it portion of the gorgeous planH
Ab, no yon acOlyte would its progress stay.
lis in vain your silken pqncho yQg apply
. You add but fuel to the fame, that flies
/. Along the Virgins robe up to your gauzy SIX
e Qn which with lightning ip its speed it yies:
The cry for water now is fruilless aud vain;
No human power Gao dam that sea of FIRE,
, Make every effort, therefore, every muse
" strain,
. . To save those beings from death so dire.
q Open the doors end give exit 10 the living mas
= n OF so-these doors are strongly locked al
barred.
Through them no mortal being here can pas
Their baubes priest craft saves-their peop
disregard
Their sacred treasures out of dangers way r
II moved,
Their sacred bodies next received abunda
y care,
n II cannot be that God in Heaven approved,