The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1877-10-19
SISTERS OF MERCY.
Written in Honor OF the Golden Jubilee of the O
der, which was Founded Sept. "a, 1927.


der, which was Founded Sept. "a, 1877.
Fifty years of patient labor in the service of
Fifty years of toll that asks not earthly glory
Fifty.years wherein was nurtured Mercy's grain
of magic seed,
TIL its fruits, in ripe abundance, serve The uni
Till beneath the world wide shadow of its bran
ches green ami fair
Countless pilgrims fondly linger sheltered from
the deserts glare,
Whileils blessed balm of Gilead and its mamma
Shed the boon of tender healing from the sun
Ouid ye know the patient tOilers who ba We
thus unceHSiny wrought
Would ye know whose hands have Iabored, yet
no recompense have sought?
would ye know whose care benignant O 'er the
earthly wasTe hath sown
Precious seed of life i'm mortal w hence the fade
LEST tree hath grown?
Lo! meek YET valiant woman" led a willing
Forth TO Mercy's holy service there to toll vith
st.adfast hand;
From the cluister. calm and peaceful, went
those 'sowers forth TO sow
Magic seed OF rove celestial, fifty golden years
And they wrought with strength uncesspo tiIl
the fruitage, rich and fair,
Garnered hay. in glad abundant, ripene6 by
thcir tender care,
Till the Tree of Life Eternal cast its shade be-
niKu and blest
Ger the Northland and The Southland from
the Orient to the West.
As that little band pressed onward, seeking
Quickly came the brave co-workers, strong to
dare and swift to do;
Still they haste. these willing legions, for the
Master leaving all
Proudcst homes OF wealth. and splendor, fair
domain and stately hall;
Fen the sweetest tics of kinship, all that ma
ture holdeth dear,
All that wOrIdlings fUndy cherish, fora mystic
voice they hear
'Iis the Word Divine that speaketh II your
recOmpeIisc will be:
Wear my yoke and bear my burden, take the
cross ANA follow me.
Search in lane and alley foulest for the heirs
Oi want and woe
In the dungeon. dark and dismal, bid the beams
of Mercy glow;
SOoth the couch of pain and anguish, turn the
terror haunted eye
From the death dark valley upward to the
lights or peace on high:
Fly not when the plague at MONDAY wa lks the
world with tyrunt tread,
ShrOudiug earth in dosoHtiOu, filling stoutest
hearts with dread;
Seek its lazar-house forsaken-enter gladly,
boldly in:
Do ye there Loves grandest labors, and its
richest blessings win.
Train my little ones my dearest, in the sacred
ways OF Truth;
From the path of hidden peril guard the care
Give your sweet OdsiS-shClter to the aged pill
Rrim's feet.
Painting from the desert journey, from the
burden aud the heat,
From the dust lItr mp the sinner by the might
OF Mcrcy'S touch
Give the Masters pardon promise to the heart
that 'lovcth much"
Conquer self, and all tor others let your life
What YOU do for these. my brethren, 10! ye
likt.W isr do for me
These the labOrs Love COMMUNICATIVE HIS
chosen answered wellF
Let the earth. with dressings laden. let the
grateful thousands tell.
Sacred Srstcrhood of Mercy, faithful hand.
nj Sitis of the King.
For This morn of golden gladness cen my
wreath OF rhyme bring;
Formed ~ iS ni poorest blossoms, yet their tiny
petals bear
Gratitudes most pure aroma and the incense
trrHth OF prayer
Ferv. nj prayer that in the future, cen as in
tine vanish ed past,
Richest harvest stores maysGipen from the
precious seed yc cast.
Fittest morning have yc chosen for your festal
Joy serene,
For its hours are consecratcd unto Mercy's Vir-
gin Queen;
She has blessed your holy !abors-ye her royal
face small see,
Smiling through the biissrul brightness OF your
Golden Jubilee;
She your work viii watch ben1gnly, she viii
bid your future flow
In the channel traced divinely fifty glorious
years aIO!
san FRANCISCO. MARIE.