The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-06-09
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rning Star and Catholic Messenger.
SEw ORLEANS, SUNDAY. JUNE .. 1879.

rning Star and Catholic Messenger.
NEW ORLEANS. SUNDAY. JUNE .. 1872.
A NEW POEM BY FATHER RYAN.
be present below an extract from lengthy
m just completed by our editor-in-chief,
!. A. j. Ryan. Father Ryan intends to
blish the poem, in book form, early in the
Eo-no-" he gently sPoke.-"yeu know me not -
mind is like a Temple, dim. vast,-lone,--
like Temple, when the Priest 10 gone
all the hymns that rolled along tho vaults
buried deep in Silence; when the lights
u flashed affairs died away In Dark
when the flowers, with all thoir Perfumed breath
beaateous bloom, lie withsred the shrine.
mind is like temple, solemn, still
Fenanted save by the ghosts Of gloom
#ich seem 10 linger in the Holy .place-.
Shadows of the sinners, who passed tkere.
wept and shrived themselves and left upon
marble floor, the memory OF their tears."
while he spake, his words sank low and low
Ill they hid themselves within him in some depth
would not open-and his face sad.
ben he spoke thus, his very gentleness
sed slowly from him,-and his look so mild
bw marble cold "a palor as OF death
tened his lips.-and clouds roso to his eyes,
ranless clouds. whore liRhtnugs seemed to sleep.
words, as tender as q roses smle
w. hardened into thorns,-but seemed to sting
bnself the ;-his brow at such times, bent
psf lowly down and wore such look of pain
40 though it bore an unseen crown of thorns.-
ho knows, perhaps, it did -
But he would pass
rs hand upon his brow,--or touch his eyes,
f. pd then the 6lden gentleness, like light
3hich seems TRANSPORTED by the touch of Dark,
Foud tremble on his face,-.and he would look
pre- gentle then than overland his tone
u aaw him, day, thus most deeply moved
s. bd darkened -ahl his face was like q tomb
pat hid the dust of dead and buried smiles
D 1t suddenly, his face flashed like o throne
2nd all the smiles arose as from the dead,
'pd wore the glory of an Easter -
Z 'nd passed beneath the sceptre of a Hope
hich came from some far.regon of his heart
\, pine up into his eyes,-aud reigned queen.
II &narveled much,-he answered b my look
y it'll all his own,-and waited me these Words
There transitions in the lives all.
here transcendant moments when stand
Thabor's glory with the Chosen Three,
n I'D weak with very strength of human love
9 fain would build our tabernacles there
q }ad Peter like. for very human joy,
Q cry aloud It's good that are here:'
4Sft are these moments, like the smile of God
= hich glorfes Shadow,-and Is gone.
IND then stand upon another mount
ID lark rugged Calvary and God keeps there
or awful hours--tO make us there his own
Crucifxion's tortures-ts his way.
70 wish to cling to Thabor He says: mo"
nd what he says is best because most true.
u re fain would fly from Calvary Says" No."
e: md it is true because it is the best.
4 nd yet my friend these mounts are the same
u hey liz apart, distinct and separa to-
md ye:-strangs mystery they the
or Calvary is a Thabor in the Dark,
n nd Thabor is a Calvary in the Light.
is the Mystery of Holy Christ
sc y is the Mystery of you and me!
ri artlss shadows move moves far. Heavens sun,
I'd nd like the shadows of Dial we
ell, darkly, in the Valley the Gerry hours
nj he sun tells, brightly, in the sinless skies.
lost understand" did not understand,-
= only half his face was very sad.
Dost thou not understand met Then your life
III shallow o brook that brawls along
tween two narrow shores you never wept,-
LEI Pu never wore great clouds upon your brow
- ~ mountains wear them i-snd you never wore
III range glories in your eyes, as sunset-skies
'wear them,-and your Hps,-they never sighed
and aighs which bear the weight of all the soul
Ou never reached your arms a-brOad,-a-high
grasp far. worldS-or to enclasp the sky.-
le only life can understand life -
:, Repth only depth can understand the deep.
10 dew'd drop gist'ning on the lilys face
Y a. never learn the story Of the sea.
4 Pc day stro,Ted together to the sea.
ray Evening and the Night had almost met
walked between them,-sifent to the shore.
ae ieet Of weird-facod waves ran up the beach
'Ae children in mad play.-then back again
'if the Spirit of the land puraued-
nen up agsin-and farther-and they flung
III ute foamy arms around each others neck
Zen back again with sudden rush and shout
e sh the sea, their mother, called them home =
Z. aeu leaned upon her breast, as If SO tired,
/. ut swiftly tore themselves away and rushed
'r #ay,-and farther up the beach and fell
or utter weariness and loudly sobbed
or strength to rise and fow back to the Deep
Ut all in vain,-.for other waves swept
ad tramp1ed them the cried out in grief
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