The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-04-30

throne Of human skeletons, sat queen
AL efforts at Moderation halted by
massacre. Procession Of famines, pro
Scession of martyrdoms marching from
Northern channel to Cape Clear, and
from the Irish sea across to the At
lantic. An island not bounded as geog
raphers tell us, but as every philan.
thrOpist knoWs-bOunded on the NORTH
and the south and the east and the
west by woe which no human politics
can alleviate, and only almighty God
can assuage. Land Of Goldsmith's
rhythm, and Sheridan's wit, and O. Con.
9nelIs eloquence, and Edmund Burke's
craftsmanship, and O'Brien's sacrifice
Another Patmos with it's apocalypse
of blood. Yet you cannot think Of it
to-day without having your eyes
blinded with emotion, for there your
ancestors sleep in graves, some Of
which they entered for lack of bread,
+ For this royal exile of my sermon ]
sbespeak the love and the service of all
Irish exiles. Yes, some Of you arc
from Germany, the land of Luther, and
some of you are from Italy, the lanG
of Garibaldi, and some Of you are from
France, the land of John Calvin, one
OF the three mighties of the glorious
reformation. Some of you are de
scendants of the Puritans, and they
were exiles; and some of you are de
scendants Of the Huguenots, and they
were exiles; and some of you are de,
scendants Of the Holland refugees, and
they were eXiles.
Some of you were born on the banks
of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you
are now living in this latitude. Some
OF you on the banks Of the Kennebec.
or at the foot Of the Green mountains,
and you are here now. Some Of you
on the prairies of the West, or the Ia
ble-landS, and you are here now. Obi
how many of us far away from home.
All of us exiles. This is not our home
Heaven is our home. Oh, am so glad
when the royal exile went back He
left the gate ajar, or left it wide open
"Going homer That is the dying ex-
clamation of the majority of Chris
tlans. have seen many Christians
die. think nine ont of ten of them
in the last moment say: "Going home.''
Going home out Of Punishment and
sin and sorrow and sadness. Going
| home to join in the llilarities of our
parents and our dear children who
have already departed. Going home
| to Christ. Going home to God. Going
home to stay. Where are your loved
| ones that died in Christ? You pity
them. All! they ought to pity YOU.
You are an exile far from home. They
are home. Oh! what time it will be
for you when the gatekeeper of heaven
heaven shall say: '"Take off that rough
sandal; the journeys ended. Put down
that saber, the battles won. Put off
that iron coat of mail and put on the
robe of the conqueror."' At that gate
OF triumph l leave you to-day, only
reading three tender cantons trans
late1 from the italian. If you ever
! heard anything sWeeter l never did,
although I cannot adopt all its the
Ology: Z
twas whispered one morning in heaV-
How the little child angel May,
In the shade of the great white portal
Sat Borrowing night and day;
How she said to the stately warden<
He of the key and bar
ooh! angel, sweet angel, pray you
Set the beautiful gates ajar- -
Only little, pray you, A..
Set the beautiful gates ajar.
ur.@ %
II can hear my mother weeping ~
She is lonely, she cannot see
J A glimmer of light in the darkness,
When the gates shut after me;
Oh! turn me the key, sweet angel,
The splendor will shine so far!'
But the warden answered, II dare not
Set the beautiful gates ajar;;''
Spoke low and answered, ''I dare not
Set the beautiful gates ajar.'
Then up rose Mary, the blessed,
Sweet Mary, the mother Of Christ;
Her hand on the hand of the angel
She laid, and her touch sufficed,
Turned was the key in the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar,
And To-! in the little child's fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar
In the little childs angel fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar.