5 One half from earth, one half from heaven, One half in heaven, one half on earth, 6 O Jesus, Mary, Joseph, bide, 48. St. Martin and St. Philip. PART I. 1 How gently flow the silent years, How sweet to feel each month that goes, 20 weary ways of earth and men ! 3 It is not weariness of life That makes us wish to die ; But we are drawn by cords which come 4 Eye has not seen, ear has not heard, The store of joys God has prepared 5 O may those joys one day be ours, And yet those joys are not enough— PART II. 6 The world's unkindness grows with life, And troubles never cease; 'Twere lawful, then, to wish to die, 7 Yes! peace is something more than joy, 8 But not for joy, nor yet for peace, God's will on earth is always joy, 9 To die, that we might sin no more, 10 And yet we long and long to die, Not for thy great rewards, O God! 11 O call not this a selfish love, 12 If he were wanted for his Lord, 13 O leave us, then, at peace to greet Whose silver light seems aye to say- St. Vincent of Paul. PART I. 10 BLESSED Father! sent by God, Thy hand is out o'er all the earth 2 There is no grief or care of men 3 Thy miracles are works of love; Room in a day for toils, that weeks 4 All cries of suffering through the earth Upon thy mercy call, As though thou wert, like God Himself, 5 Dear Saint! not in the wilderness 6 The Father of the childless old, 7 Yet not unto the towns confined 8 So for the sake of timid souls, Thou didst against hard-hearted schools Thy gentle protest raise. H 9 For charity anointed thee O'er want, and woe, and pain; PART II. 10 Vincent! like Mother Mary, thou Eyes to the blind, health to the sick, 11 Of body and of soul alike 12 The poor thou savest by such charms 13 Saint of wide-open arms, and heart In dead of night a thousand lips 14 In orphanage, in hospital, 15 Thou seem'st to have a thousand hands, And in each hand a heart; And all the hearts a precious balm 16 So thou belongest unto all, St. Patrick's Day. 1 ALL praise to St. Patrick, who brought to our mountains The gift of God's faith, the sweet light of All praise to the shepherd who showed us the fountains That rise in the Heart of the Saviour above! In smiles and in tears, Our saint hath been with us, our shield and our stay; All else may have gone,— St. Patrick alone He hath been to us light when earth's lights were all set, For the glories of faith they can never decay; And the best of our glories is bright with us yet, In the faith and the feast of St. Patrick's Day. 2 There is not a saint in the bright courts of heaven More faithful than he to the land of his choice; Oh, well may the nation to whom he was given, In the feast of their sire and apostle rejoice! In glory above, True to his love, He keeps the false faith from his children away: The dark false faith, Far worse than death O he drives it far off from the green sunny shore, Like the reptiles which fled from his curse in dismay; And Erin, when error's proud triumph is o'er, Will still be found keeping St. Patrick's Day. |