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HeartseaseAuthor(s): John FitzpatrickSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 16, No. 178 (Apr., 1888), pp. 228-229Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20497715 .
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228 Thi e I)rish ilIon1thly.
And now, ill regions nnreached even by the swift-winged ini agination of the ancielnt race: in the New World of the West, beyond the Atlanitic billows, and in the New World of the Sottl, seated in Pacific waters, the " Sea-divided Gael" still hiold,
with inviolable fidelity, the guarclianship of her name and fame. Brigicd lhas a niche in tle chLirchles; Brigid has a seat by their
hearth. In tlhe heart of the IrislL at h-ome and in exile ani echo.
of St. Brogran's hymn resonLndsc
'rhere are two virgins ill heaven
Who will not give me a forgetful protection,
Mary, anDd Saint Brigid:
Iisder the protection of both may we remiiaini."
S. A.
IHEARTSXEASIE.
(To Ir. ,. J., OIN RECEIVING SOME EARLY VIOLETS.)
I.
W tt1ELCOME, sweet nurslings of the stormy- sky ! , T
Andtl thankcs to yotu whlo culled tllelmi ii L your l)OwUrs: Natuire muiiist dearly lov yo 3-oui, sine slhe (lowers
Your home withl these ere Wintor lhas gonefn by. Thanks too, anti welcome! for their lesson high,
Their silent w-ords miiore eloquent tlhani ours: T understand the language of your flowers, ,
Youir sermon for the l)reacller on tlhe sly. These violets teach miieek lowliness- thIat is
W\That I should love; but in tlheir artless way
They tell meio wlhere that virtue cloth abidel; As childilleln oft, whlen senit on nessages,
Will add to what their mother bicd them sa-,
And1 babble outt somiie secret they shioull ldidle.
II.
My room is full of perfulmie ancl del3igEht All the soft rapture that your violets brliI
Ihlere miieets me10 at the dloor, and enterilln, I put mliy handcl upon tlhemll in the niglht. Straightway tlhe past is summLoned to my sight,.
And gratitude and fond rememliibralnce spring Deep in m11y heart, anld mako mi-e fain to sing
The beniefits I never can requite.
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"F ev'ar Ye Not.t' ."
Yes ! these few flowers, that timidly expand, T"o soomc dear, sacredl magic conisecrate,
Have wakened ili) a heart's immensity; E'eIl as a lebble from an infant's lhand
Stirs to its depths,- a little thing a great, lThe solemiin silence of the soundless sea.
III.
(Eneclosing the foregoing Sonnets.)
Chlildren of nature, andi( not things of art, i)eem these twin flowers responsive to your own,
Whliel fromii dear thoughts that you yourself lhave sown
Ilave blossomiied in the garden of my heart.
AdventiturouLs, yet afraid, they've dared to start
IUl) fromii their beds, or e'er the Mu-lse has blown
The angel trumiipet not to Spring unknown,
Youir early flowers' poetic counterpart. Mleek violets of song: if there be aught
O)f betauty in themlt, praise not miiy poor skill, (I onlly ren(der i)raise whiere praise is duLe), Fromll their fair woodland sisters it was cauglht; Anld well I kcnow 'twas on your window-sill
7They got their sweetness, peeping in at you.
Joiix FIrzTATRICK. - o --
"FEAR YE NOT!"
AN EASTER SONNET.
4 UT who shall roll us back the stoIne ? " they said.
They had not tlhouLght-so great hlad been their love Of lhow their women's strenlgth the weight slhould nmove,
3ihit inow their eager pace awhile they stayed: How should they enter where their Lord was laid?
Lo ! angels watchecl the eimipty tolimb above, And hleavenly accents eclloed thlrough the grove:
"Fear not; the Lord hatlh risen froimi the dead."
So joutrneying onwards to tlhe Better Land, AVe too mi1ust seek our Saviour day by day,
And(l let nio obstacles our love withstand, And let no doubts our rapid; course delay; or I)arriers fall at touch of Sacred Hand, Anid aingel voices cheer us on the way.
M1. E. FnANcis.
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