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SonnetAuthor(s): E. S.Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 18, No. 209 (Nov., 1890), p. 600Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20498117 .
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600 The laish Mo nt hly.
who had special titles to the veneration and affection of the members of the Australian Church. Assembled as his hearers were that day around the aftar to pay homage, for the first time, to the saintly
missionary who had now been enrolled in the glorious heavenly white-robed army, it was fitting that, while they lifted up their hearts to God and sought the intercession of Immaculate Mary, they should seek also the intercession and the blessing of the first holy martyr of the Southern Seas.
A religious festival is to be held next September in the island of Futuna in the church which has been built on the spot where Blessed Chanel was killed. Cardinal Moran, accompanied by several bishops and priests, will honour the celebration with his presence, and will, no doubt, avail himself of the opportunity to visit some of the other missions in the South Seas before returning to Sydney.
SONNET.
LIFE'S darkest hours are not
the hours we weep
Prone on the grave of recent happiness;
The soul's worst pain is when the pain grows less, And sorrow, wearied, lays her down to sleep. Our highest powers are finite. Ever creep
Time's icicles about our wells of tears Of love and loss with slow succeeding years, The narrowed heart may only memories keep.
Father of all, who fashionedst our dust, When thou wouldst heal the heart thou mak'st to bleed,
Forbear! A greater boon I ask of thee:
Oh, grant me strength to live, if live I must, However brief the joys thou hast decreed,
Bat let my grief, great God, eternal be.
E. S.
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