The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-08-25
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VOLUME V.
4 ,rning Star and Catholic Messenger:

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2 ORLEANS, SUNDAY. AUGUST p. lsIs:
or the Morning Star and Catholic Messenger;
FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION.
. s,c.r.pRAYER.n-pY FATHER RYAN.
Dark L. Dark DARK! w.
The sun is seti the Day Is dead
. -. Thy Feast has-hsds 81 '-----
NV ewes ewet, with tnsss unshed,
Ibow my head; III
Where tho star-fringed shadows softly sway
al I,bend my knee, =. . I9-5rT
And, like . honesick child, pray |
Mary to Thee. y -.
Dark 1! Dark Dark !,
And. all tho Day,-sinee white-robed Priest
In farthest East,
1a,aavns Ara. raH-segsn the Feast .-.
.s.7,.h II the ieassr--H9 TIL
Thy least, and last and lowest child -.
called ON Thee ~
y,,ein dsdst hear my words were Wild;
!, Diast think ofpe 81 ~
paski Darkt Darkir e.. a-. --4-,f. .''
Alas! and o!-the Angela bright =
Il a.. With wings - white ,
Al dream Of saow--an Love ana AlEn'
Flaahed on thy sight
They shons, like stars around Thee! oueon :
=. Iknelt AFFAIR." v = CO.. OIL. IL "
a Shadow only dims the scene
Where shinssA stAr.1 - 49, .-.-.., =.
DARK Dark. Dark -
And all day long,-beyond the sky
Sweet,-pure,-and high .." d.
The Aneel.' sonS swept sounding by
Triumphantlyi- -
And when such music filed thy ear
ehrono.-
.tiov eopla hopo that thou would'st hear
Ny iar, faint moanS-
49,. Dark, Dark Dark
And all day long.-where affairs s.aho
OR Door or grand
A countless throng-from every fand
With lifted hand,
WINGED hynns to Thee from sorrows vale
In glad acclaim
How could'st thou hear my lone lips wall
Thy sweet, pure Name '-.'.
Dark! Dark. Dark!
Alan, and notion did'st net hear
Nosbend thy ear
To ursyor Of woe-as mine 70 drear'
For hearts more dear
Hid me from hearing and from s'ght
This bright Feastdsyi-
Wilt hear mo. Mother lin Its N'sn'
Ikneel and prayi
Dark Dark Dark!
The uun 10 set,-the Day 10 dead
Thy feast has fed;
Nv eves are wet with the tears shed
bow my bead
Angela and Affairs hailed Thee Dozen
All day ;-ahs be
To.n;eht what thou hast ever been
A Mother to mel
D,,,, lark, Dark
Thy oueonly Crown,-in angels sight
Ii fair and bright;
All, Law IL down ;-Eor oh tonight
Its jewelled light
sbines not "a the tender love'light shihe'
Mary mild,
In the nothsr's eyes. whose pure heart pine
For poor. lest ehilal
Dark! Dark Dark!
sceptre in hand,-Thou do't hold sway
Eore'er and aye.
IN aneSl.land,-but fair Queen pray!
Lay " away
1nAthv sceptre wave in the realms ao0ve
Where angels srei
E,ot. Mother! fold In thine arms OIL Iowa
Thy child afAr!
Dark Dark! Dark
Mary, I call wilt hear the Prayer
Ny poor lips dare!
Yse be TO ALA Queen mOssfair
=. Crown, sceptre bear
Butlook on me with Mothers eyes
:. From Hoaven's bliss;-
And wan TO me fromthe starry skies
A mothers kiss!
Dark Dark Dark
The Sun is set,-the Day Is dead:
Her feast has fed
Can she forget the sweet blood eaed
Tne1sss words said
Tnatevenipg -" woman behold thy sor
Oh 7 priceless Right!
OF all her children, the last, least one
Isheard tonight:
Night Of August 1Sth, 1871.
Capt. John Glynn, an old soldier and
liant officer of the late C.. s. A., won the
medal at the excarsioo Of the Louisiana
lery at Mississippi City On the 1Ssh' ne
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