The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-06-24
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE a. 1877.


From the Catholic World for JuueI
HIGHER.
have lifted my eyes unto the mountains. whence
Too late have known thee o Infinite Beauty toe
new !-St. Ausastine.
Mid wide green adows, AIDE fair with flowers
| Tall, golden lilles, swaying in the sun,
Slight, clustering rue that web of silver spun
fingered dreaming through the day e fret hours.
About me in workday toll were bent.
Swift lsvelling the daisies' drift of snow,
The clovers purple sweetness laying low,
And ripened Grain whose summer life was spent.
Feat where leafy trees q shadow wrought
Amid the broad. warm sunshine of the plain,
Where, undisturbed, poured forth the wood. birds
strain
| And fancy's magic played with every thought:
| whole life conferred in each playground.
And wol k.dsy toll seemed but q slumbIous sound
| Low ripping at my feet lettering stream
SIpt muImurinR music to each listening stono,
| Or dung its silver laughter where soft shoue
| The slant sunbeam breaking the shadows dream
Betwlxt the robins song the swift blue bird
Flashed like heay emily message thu ough the sha6e
Where With IL @ sunshine gentlest broezes played,
And quiet 81 adows to soft motion stirred
| Between me and the meacow'e smitten how'rs
The fresh June wreathed the rude fence bars,
| Frail elder tralsd its galaxy Ct stars,
W lille butte flies sped by in golden ehcW'rs-
Far, far beyond the ear tn haze shining through,
Rose the great un tsins' dim and misty blue.
So far and strange those misty hills near
And intimate the little shady nook,
The skies reflected in the merry brook
Those distant heights 30 lonely and austeIel
Scarce cen the busy mowers Of the field
Lifted their eyes to those dim gates Of blue
Where all their gathered harvest must pAss through
Its g ass and stubble be one day revealed.
AZ grew the day, more clear the summits grew;
Spriuging rom shadow, radiant waterfalls
Flung trails Of sunshine DER the stern receivable
Such sunshine as the valley never knew
Paled the June es fading in my hand,
TaInilLed the lowland rivers golden sand!
Then seemed to stir tho trembling leaves amid
To mingle with the robins cheerful call,
A low, sad voice. as If the hills let fall
Faint, wandering echoes of sweet music hid
In dark Iavine, solitary height
dropped my roses, gone their ravishment;
passed the NOV ers DER their harvests bent;
I sought those distant mountain lands OF light.
Wild, tho1ny brambies stretched across my way,
Sharp rocks were weary pathways for my feet
Yet ever lured me on those cceuts sweet
Whose very sadness my weakness Stay,
With eve Y step more intimate and near
Take heart, poor child tits have thou no fear.
take heaIt ard thy falterir steps will lead
Above the earth. misIs and the brer strewn road
To my far mountaIn-tops, the pure abode
Of heaven torn stream and fair relied mead
Whose h6w'Is immortal fells not any soy the.
long have I sought thee mid the whitening flowers
Wherewith thou smiling CROW n DIST the fading hours,
Weaving fine faucies mid the murmuriDg blthO
OF lowland stream, and BIRDS and pattSrinR leaves
Long have called thee waiting for thy voice,
So faint it above the troublous noise
Of earthly halvesters among their Sheaves:
Long have waited thy dear heart to win.
So lor desired to reign with thee therein"
o sorrow. stricken Voice, 60 piercing sweet
binding my eyes with tears. emitting my heart
Like some fire-pointed, understanding DART
A nd giving strength unto my climbing feet
Seeking those dim and misty hills Of blue.
Lo the great mountains at thy music thrilled.
And all their deep receSsts echoes filled
Near and more near the sunlit SUBMITS grew!
Tke little birds that gathered, uuafraid,
On berry laden bouGhs beside my way
Mingled thy cadence with their ToundslSy-
It's joyOusnsss grown sweeter through thy shade.
o Voice Of love and grief, sad for my SIM
What ways wers thine so poor a thing to win!
D thou Almighty Lord Of life and death,
Thou hast led out the wilderness |
And shown thy great hills pure strength to bless,
Guard in my soul, lest still it pershethl
The cross Thou gavest still strive TO bear
So light it grows that half, at times. fear
Ny trust IL Lost sgn of Thy service dear
Oost Thou bear all, dear Lord for me no shArei
So in Thy steps to follow still SEEK
The wearing way Thy patient feet have pressed,
TIE ed way Thy heavy cross hath blessed
Dost Thou hold to suffer Aught too WeRki
Zen when I strive one little thorn to grasp
It turns to tender roses in my clasp.
Tho very stones win snootbness from thy fest
Bshaa4h whose tread inRoftal Rowers gpzisg
HsldinE withis thoir Snopy hearts no stinG.
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