The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-12-24

To- meet with k,ndly Elowine he.rt:
Only 70 make the cold winds blow,
And %sls i dlss. s s1'r ss sse and d.if.
Tn sdd the s'ss that I'll. s' 4. ss.
And thus with the shadows only.
Alone, and vet not lonely,
keep my Christmas I've.
lis passing fasti
And s T,tthout.a d.rkne:. ; vast,
Heaven and Earth doth all.
8nt list there soundeth > bell
5sit, say. + i . funeral fnenl
Pea Ing t aSsa aotss q 'I human woo
Over the .nST
Under the stag. a sna o saS s shs SNOW
why Il Il tie so 81 4 b1a ssr ps sol
Or fs it q spirits wall
Sad-and how lornfully!
Ding. dong; doll! TAN,
And the marvellous notes. they sink and swell
ss s H. and saSdsI and saS oder It'll; It'll thrill
E. E,sST ~. tome moan.
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Throbbed with q terrible human pang.
Pis saa;. f1iS2sa ssni
Float: s = q IL.
i Pis s asSia Ing :. ''' ''' WILL
Drear, and moro drear,
Soundeth the wild. wierd, ding, dong. dell.
It toleth ii .1erI
xssT . %s.ass: T. s ss:i, that 's
For often heard IL sound before.
Il 10 bell-yet not q bell
Whose sound may reach the ear!
Il sGlls s. l1sIilyss mot b bssl
In every soul . hell Of dole
And Hls sos , sssaSg e.. + b saSs1s 1ns
10 often, often rolled;
And We ss, { .S tn sIss,s s1ss 5iy
And nights like this he loves to away
Twas that heard and nothing more.
This lonely Christmas Eve;
Then. for the dead IN meet no moro
AtChrstmas let mo grieve.
Night. be a Priest! put Your dark stole on
And %uI%ar sn6 6G ~ prayer
Lying down lifeless therei
And over the dead stands the high priest Might
And beside him kneel, as his Acoiyte,
To respond to bis prayer of dole.
Andlist he beeips
The first OF the mournful seven,
PIaintive and soft
Begging s the l'sT n .as ;s Of Heaven
For the sake Of those who live.
The d Mi,. whS Ms aisa sp'Ariven'
The yo,ees Of Ds aIa and Eeath
Ar, r. shudderi1g through the psalmL
Lift your hearts the terror dies!.
Up in yonder sinless skies
-. Misarere! Miserere!
Very low in tender tones.
The music pleads, the music means:
~ forgive. and have forgiven, =,
The dead. who died unshriven.'
De profundis! De pr rounds!
Thou hast sounded through thousand years,
And still, sad Psalm, you mourn the fate
OF sinners and just.
When their touls are going up to Cod
Dread hymn! You wiring the saddest tears
And your notes wake the darkest fears
That human hearts appal!
You sound Ger the good, you sound per the bad.
We seem to hear murmured, in every tone,
Psslm sad yoa s pray and ssVe
Over our Dead on this Christm as Eve.
And the Night chants the Psalm DER the mortal cla
And the spirits immortal from far away,
To the music of Hope sings the sweet-toned lay:
You think of the Dead on Christmas Eve
Wherever the Dead are sleepipg;
And we, from q Land where we may not grieve,
Look tenderly down on you, weeping.
You think US far; We are very near,
We sing toll night to console and cheer
The hearts of the broken. hearted.
The Earth watches over the lifeless clay
or each of Its countless sleeperBj
And the sleepless Spirits that passed away
Watch over all Earth's weepers
We shall meet again in q brighter land,
Where farewell is never spoken;
We shall clasp each other hand in hand
And the clasp shall not be broken,
We shall meet again in o bright, calm cline,
Where wen never know q sadness;
And our lives shall be filed like Christmas chin
With rapture and with Rladness,
The SHOWS shall pass from our graves away,
And yon from tho Earth, remember;
And the flowers of q bright eternal May,
Shall follow Earth's December
When you think OF us, think not Of the tomb
Where you laid down in sorrow;
But look aloit and beyond Earth's gloom,
And wait for the great Tomorrow.
And the PontiG. Night, with his dark stole on,
Whispereth soft and low;
Requiescat ReQuiescatl
Peacel Peace to every one