GRAINS OF GOLD
I;N THE MORNIHG Good-day, my Gulardiart Angel ! The night is past and gone, And thoui hast W(atched b&side me, At midnight as at dawn. The day is now before me, And, as it glides away , Oh ! help me well to make it, A good and holy day.
TO MY ANGEL GUARDIAN
AT NIGHT. Good-night, my Guardian Angel ! The day has sped away ; Well spent or ill, its story Is written down for aye. And now, of God's kind providence, Thou image pure and bright ! Watch o'er me while Pm sleeping — My angel dear, good-nightj —Rev. Mathew Russell, S.J.
Unw«rked brains make for prematurely old faces. One tear of the heart over the Passion, of Our Blessed Lord ! How much fire of Purgatory has it the power to quench.— Faber. The most precious thine} we have next to grace, is time, and we owe an account of our time as we owe an account of our grace.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 48, 28 November 1907, Page 3
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159GRAINS OF GOLD New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 48, 28 November 1907, Page 3
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