The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1877-10-28
Mornlnq Star and Catholic Messengsge
TTW Ts6.rANs, SUNDAY, OCTOBER %. 1917.
JOY IN GRIEF.

JOY IN GRIEF. I
Frieud in vain thy bosom hides the sharp and cruel
have understcOd thy silence. and my prayer hath
Cast away foolish pride that shuts thy heart against
Come, and weep before me.
WELL I know that there are days of heavy grief and
wbsn tSe sou do6 nd in solitude grim and biter
And sSs world its 'hr0ud'd majesty
pass BY Pale, r and wrapped in silence.
Then the friendly hand uncertain, stops and hestates
Fs.rnS lest too rudely it may draw aside the veil of
There are grieis so great and sacred that all human
'n''HA:D Dies Sas upon upon the threshold.
Now however days are past and it is time came and
oh permit friend to share the heavy burden of thy
Put thy in mine thy weary head upon my heart,
have suffered Aso.
will not approach tt zee with those vain and heartess
Words Which grief receives and spurns as mooking
No. have a a word to Whisper that will bring holy
IT'S heavenly secret.
IfImigtt from urn before thy feet pour out my
Hope peace would al thy soul, now cropping in de-
Light weud shine upon thy pathway, sweet rspose
Dreams of happy moments
There pure and lofty SUBMITS where tho soul OF
ris the which clesves hearts ssunder opone
up the path Ss;svs mo that the lo.s of all things
If those heights be mastered.
Silly bees " fit from flower in this worlds
Drihling in their perfumes and tasting of their
Resting there living its passing charms as if its
oeo'S Jyere enough for oyer
There we dream away life, and precious moments
pass unkeeded
Placing all in pleasures faetirgas the summer
joys that vanish when the evening its shadows
Conc before tie moonlight.
Tis robbed of human love when seated desoate
On the wide and arid desert. with no kindly eye to
When the bowling tempest RACES and tho frigbtful
darkness thickeas
Comfort has meaning.
Then the brow has humbled and the heart grows
Find an arm and divine lean upon and bear its
And the spirit wrung with anguish crushed by cruel
Sings a hymn unspoken.
before the lost ones footsteps opens abyss of
Then appears bridge Of safety stretching Ger the
Thefe where ger threatens most and death men
open. armed to meet him.
When the itful joys of human passion consumed
within
Ctber begin their reign. CT which the soul as yet
know nothing. -
Ahi what matter, when a brilliant star appears in
heaven above
If the lamp burn dmlyi
otbou mystery of suffering, deep abyss for human
Since day when shameful cross love gained it's
greateet triumph.
begin sound thy awful depths and catch at least
AA'A' h'ttap or thy hidden meaniDgl
Come there the lesson be learned which only
He, lhe Master, teaches
From his throne of and wisdom. At the feet OF
Jesus seated,
Words viii fall upon ears that hEman lips have
Words of heavens language.
Sword SORROW, minister of peace bless thee for thy
Pleasing is the pain of saorco and sweet the tears oil
Shed much joy when from the eyes all earthly
sights are f.dng
In the light Of heaven.
or those eodes divine, hoee flames of love and Joy
Of tnose Of rapture spIipRing fron the lonely
plains Of sorrow,
thoughtless souls know nothing nor have evel
dreamed their presence,
Ye wis ne er have suffered.
Man of sorrows! WHO tired the road of desoA
He who hath not borne Cross and followed Thee tC
crucibxIou,
He who hath passed through death unto the day
He hath never known thee.
Blessed are the mourners From the mouth of Truth
these words have fallen.
Bleseedi Yes IL must be true indeed, my God, Wher
thou hsst spoken.
Welcome then, be suffering WeIcomel HAPPY tneJ
Who in Thee find comfort!