The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-11-17

Festival, November 10Th.
Sweet Saint! midst all the glorioas names
That sock the brilliant scroll
OF those round whom tie Church has wreath :
A sanity aureoie
And whose blest spirits from above
Gaze ever down with watchful love
Upon our struggling footsteps here
To aid us with their pray'Is,
No name shines brighter than thine own
No name to us appears
More dear IN all our Holy Faith,
Than thine sweet Saint Eliz aoeth!
From earliest infanchery, life
Was fcaught with rlarvels great
And many wondrous miracles
Her name illuminate;
Eut She Of all thess wonders, still
Remains the greatest miracle,
Though mistress of royal realm,
With subjects far and wide
To press around her ducal throne,
And claim her to their side
Her heart disdaired the glitt'ripg show,
And turned to homes of want and woe.
Like a bright sunbeam passed her form
Down ev'ry rugged road
That led to starving households, where
Chill Penury abode.
She came and at her joyous tread
Disease and Want and Hunger fl Sd.
She came to raise the fallen soul,
To shield the weak from harm,
To pour into the snguished heart
Religions holy BALM
To whisper in the dying ear
The glories of q hsppier sphere.
A face. form more l.v.ly far
Than poet e'er hath dreamed,
Or e'er upon the 'raptured sight
OF mu,ing artist CLEANED;
So fair, 80 bright, 60 sweet was she,
The darling Saint Of Hungary
The sunny sp!endor of her hair
Fell ripping past her neck,
4 nd Led golden glory DER
The soft bloom of her check,
Where roses bloomed. as fair as those
A miracle did once Disclose
Beneath her mantle, which before
Had hid but aims gifts t the poor
Eyes, whose soft blue glowed like the skies
After bright morning showers
Eyes, that the violet might have claim'd
AS beAuteous sister-fowers,
Such divine and tender grace
Beamed from their azure lovelinessi
Yet boiler far than violet flower
Or tipts OF azure sky,
Were those pure eyes whose yearning depths
We're ever turned on high
Fix'd ever on that Heavenly goal
Sweet windows of a sweeter soul.
Tho very air that waved above
Her pure and holy brow
Seemed instinct with adoripg love,
As though it veil knew how
AbuDdantly Gcds precious grace
Her fAvor'd spirit did embrace,
So soft SO bright it played about
Her gently floating hair,
1t seemed to qpiver in to life
And wreathe a halo there
Around her brow it family shone,
The sem blance cf a Heav My crown.
On Mercy's errands, far and near,
Whereer her footsteps stole,
Still still about her form there waved
That mystic aureole!
And all who saw the wondrous sight
Rever d her as an angel bright,
Whose upward flight whose soaring soul
To LArth were bounded still,
Gods holy purpose to complete.
Her mission to fulfill
And ever through their minds perpleIed
Stole thoughts of that mysterious text
OF those who, as the Word declares.
Entertain angels InAwareS!
VIII.
Death, that dissolved her mortal form,
Could not destroy her fame
The lOveliest legioDs cluster round
Her dear and cherished name,
Unfolding to the heart of faith.
How blest was sweet Elizabeth
Like rays around brilliant sun,
They cluster round her life,
And shed pure and hAllowed Light
On all her deeds, 40 wife,
As m!stresI, mother and as queen
Perfect alike in every scene.
And still her gentle spirit lives
In ev'ry kindly deed
That les with holy charity
To aid another'S need,
And to the hSmes Of Misery
Briags cheer and healing SymPsthy.