The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-09-01
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A MEMORY.
ORLEANS SUNDAY. September 1..ls7s.

the Morning Star and Catholic Messenger
A MEMORY.
BY FATHER RYAN.
Adown the valley dripped stream
White lilies dropped ON either aide;
Our hearts, in spite Of US. will dream
In such a place, at Eventide.
Brigh. wavelets wove the scarf Of Blue !
That we'll became the valley fair.-
And grassy fringe Of gfeenest hue
Hung round its borders everywhere.
A "a where the stream, in waywsrd whi1Is
Went winding in aud winding out.
Lay shells that wore the look Of pearls
without their pride, all strown about
And here and there along the strand.
Where some ambitious wsve had otrayed,
Rose little monuments Of sand
As frail as those by mortals made.
And many flower was blooming there
In beauty. yet without narne,
Like humble hearts that offer bear
Tho Sifts,-but not the palm Of fame.
The rainbow's ttnts could never vie
With all the oolors that they wore;
While bluer than the bluest sky. -
The stream flowed on tween shore and shore
And on the heisth. and down tho side.
OF either bill that hid the plaoe,
Rose elms In an the statsly pride, -
or youthful strength and ancient race.
While here and there tho troes between
Bearing the scars Of baftle-shocks,
And frowning wrathful, might be seen 'r.
Tho moss-veiled faces Of the rocks.
And round the rookie crept Powered viaes
And clomb the trees that lowered high
The type of lofty thought that twines
Around Truth, to touch the sky.
And to that vale. from first of May
Until the last of August WON'T
Beauty, tho exile came each day
I'm all her charms, to cast her tent.
Twas there, ont longgone August day
Wandered down the valley fair
The spell has never passed away - -.....
That fell upon mJ spirit there.
The summer sunset glorihed
The clouded face of dying day
Which flung smile upon the tide
And lilies. ere he passed away.
And DER the valleys grassy slopes
Thsrs Cell An evanescent sheen;
That flashed ard faded like hsaopes
That haunt us, Of what might have been.
And rock and tree flung back the light
or all the sunsets golden gems.
as If it were beneath thsir'rfS6t
To wear such borrow diadems.
Low In the West CLEAN after gleams
Glowed faint and fainter,-tin the faot q g.
Made the dying Day living Dream
To last as long as life shall last.
And in the arches Of the treee
The wild birds slept with folded wing,
And cen the lips of the summer breeze,
That sung all day, had ceased to sing.
And all was silent.-save the riu
That rippled round the lilies' feet
And saug,-while Stiffness grew more still
To listen to the murmur sweet.
And now and then it surely seemed
The little stream was laughing low
As If it's sleepy wavelets dreamed
Such dreams as only children know.
So stiIl-that not the faintest breath
Did stir the shadows In the air;.
1t vould have seemed the home of Death
Had not felt Life Sleeping there.
Aud slow sad soff,--and soft and slow
From dArkling earth and darkoned Aky,
While winRs OF Gloom waved to and fro
And spectral shadows Hitttd by.
And then msthought upon She sward
SAVIOR was 1t staEliSht'G rayf
Or Angels como to vatcH end guard
Tie valley,-tilI the dawn Of day -.
Is every lower life the ward
OF spirits moro divinely wrought
'Tis sw eet to believe 'eis Goa's,-ARd hGrd
To think It's but . Peet'G thought
But Gods or Poets theuGht,-I weon
Ny senses did mot fail me whom
saw yelled angels watch that soene
And guard its sleeP.-As they guard mon,
Sweet Gang the stream - ca it pressed
As sorrow sings . heart 70 sleop,-
As Mothor hnRs one 0hilA 70 rest
And for the dosd OaO stkll viii weep
Ivslksda aOvn the dngiaG stream
TIE fllss dept On S1tA.sr ifo;-
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