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MACMANUS, SEUMAS Resignation 148 In Dark Hour 150
MAYNARD, THEODORE A Song of Colours 151 The World's Miser 152 Cecidit, Cecidit, Babylon Magna 153 A Song of Laughter 154 Apocalypse 155
MCCARTHY, DENIS A. St. Brigid 156 Rosa Mystica 160 The Poor Man's Daily Bread 161
MCGEE, THOMAS D'ARCY To Ask Our Lady's Patronage 162
MEYNELL, ALICE A General Communion 163 The Shepherdess 163 Christ in the Universe 164 "I Am the Way" 165 Via, et Veritas, et Vita 166 Unto Us a Son is Given 166 To a Daisy 167 The Newer Vainglory 168
MEYNELL, WILFRID The Folded Flock 168
MORIARTY, HELEN L. Convent Echoes 169
NEWMAN, JOHN HENRY England 170 The Pillar of the Cloud 171 The Greek Fathers 171 Relics of Saints 172 The Sign of the Cross 173
O'DONNELL, C.S.C., CHARLES L. The Son of God 173 To St. Joseph 174 The Dead Musician 175
O'HAGAN, THOMAS Giotto's Campanile 178
O'REILLY, JOHN BOYLE Name of Mary 179
O'REILLY, MARY A. A Christmas Carol 180
O. SHEEL, SHAEMAS Roma Mater Sempaeterna 182 Mary's Baby 183 They Went Forth to Battle 183 He Whom A Dream Hath Possessed 184
PALLEN, COND? BENOIST Maria Immaculata 186 The Raising of the Flag 191 The Babe of Bethlehem 194
PATMORE, COVENTRY The Toys 195 "If I Were Dead" 197 Departure 197 Regina Coeli 199
PEARSE, P. H. Ideal 199
PHILLIPS, CHARLES Music 200
PLUNKETT, JOSEPH M. I See His Blood Upon the Rose 202 The Stars Sang in God's Garden 202
PROBYN, MAY Is It Nothing to You? 203 The Bees of Myddleton Manor 204
PROCTOR, ADELAIDE ANNE A Legend 210 The Sacred Heart 211 The Annunciation 214 Our Daily Bread 216
RANDALL, JAMES RYDER My Maryland 217 Magdalen 220 Why the Robin's Breast Was Red 221
REPPLIER, AGNES Le Repos in Egypte--The Sphinx 221
ROCHE, JAMES JEFFREY Andromeda 222 Nature the False Goddess 223 Three Doves 224 The Way of the World 225
ROONEY, JOHN JEROME Ave Maria 225 Revelation 227 Marquette on the Shores of the Mississippi 229 The Empire Builder 230 The Men Behind the Guns 233
RUSSELL, S.J., MATTHEW A Thought From Cardinal Newman 234
RYAN, ABRAM J. The Conquered Banner 235 A Child's Wish 237 Sword of Robert E. Lee 238 Song of the Mystic 239
SETON, E. Mary, Virgin and Mother 242
SIGERSON DORA The Wind on the Hills 242
SPALDING, JOHN LANCASTER Believe and Take Heart 244
STODDARD, CHARLES WARREN Ave Maria Bells 245 Stigmata 246 The Bells of San Gabriel 247
STRAHAN, G.S.C., SPEER The Poor 249 The Promised Country 250 Holy Communion 250
SWAN, CAROLINE D. Stars of Cheer 251
TABB, JOHN BANNISTER Christ and the Pagan 252 Out of Bounds 253 Father Damien 253 Recognition 253 "Is Thy Servant a Dog?" 254
THOMPSON, FRANCIS Lilium Regis 254 To the English Martyrs 255 The Hound of Heaven 261 The Dread of Height 267 To My Godchild 270
TYNAN, KATHERINE Michael the Archangel 272 Planting Bulbs 274 Sheep and Lambs 275 The Making of Birds 276 The Man of the House 278
WALSH, THOMAS Coelo et in Terra 279 Egidio of Coimbra 281
Dreams and Images
OUR LORD AND OUR LADY
BY HILAIRE BELLOC
They warned Our Lady for the Child That was Our Blessed Lord, And She took Him into the desert wild, Over the camel's ford.
And a long song She sang to Him And a short story told: And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloak To keep Him from the cold.
But when Our Lord was grown a man The Rich they dragged Him down, And they crucified Him in Golgotha, Out and beyond the Town.
They crucified Him on Calvary, Upon an April day; And because He had been her little Son She followed Him all the way.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross, A little space apart, And when She heard Our Lord cry out A sword went through Her Heart.
They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb, Dead, in a winding sheet. But Our Lady stands above the world With the white Moon at Her feet.
TO THE BALLIOL MEN STILL IN AFRICA
BY HILAIRE BELLOC
Years ago when I was at Balliol, Balliol men--and I was one-- Swam together in winter rivers, Wrestled together under the sun. And still in the heart of us, Balliol, Balliol, Loved already, but hardly known, Welded us each of us into the others: Called a levy and chose her own.
Here is a House that armours a man With the eyes of a boy and the heart of a ranger, And a laughing way in the teeth of the world And a holy hunger and thirst for danger: Balliol made me, Balliol fed me, Whatever I had she gave me again: And the best of Balliol loved and led me, God be with you, Balliol men.
I have said it before, and I say it again, There was treason done, and a false word spoken, And England under the dregs of men, And bribes about, and a treaty broken: But angry, lonely, hating it still, I wished to be there in spite of the wrong. My heart was heavy for Cumnor Hill And the hammer of galloping all day long.
Galloping outward into the weather, Hands a-ready and battle in all: Words together and wine together And song together in Balliol Hall. Rare and single! Noble and few!... Oh! they have wasted you over the sea! The only brothers ever I knew, The men that laughed and quarrelled with me.
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