GRAINS OF GOLD
MY HOPE. Seest tliou yon lonely, silent tomb, - Where flowers bloom and children play.? I see, but ah, I have my : hope -Not there, but, far, far, far away! * - _, Seest thou yon cloud of azure hue On heaven's fair bosom sport and play? I see, but ah, I have my hope Not there, but far, far, far away ! Seest thou yon dome of silent sky, Where sparlde stars of silver ray ? I see, but ah, I have my hope Not there, but far, far, far away ! Nor mossy tomb, nor • cloud, nor star, My soul from Higher Love can stay, For while God lives I have my hope Not here 3 but far, far, far awayl — From the Spanish.
Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco pipes of those who diffuse it ; it proves nothing " but the bad taste of ,the smoker. Don't imagine you are the only person in the world who has annoyances. There is so much trouble in the world that there is plenty to go around. Religious indifference on the part of many may be traced to the lukewarmness of those who profess the Faith but are cold and careless in the practice of it. The careless Catholic is, indeed, a stumbling block to many who might have some spirit of religion, and which would increase with time if hia,, Catholic friend or neighbor would only have the fervor and piety that his Faith supposes and imperatively demands. There are, unfortunately, too many that are Catholics only in name. It is unfortunate for mankind that there are so many in the world who have no religion", for they give to life a - coldness and gloom that make it at times trying and almost unbearable. It i# s in fact the reason for most of the suioides that occur. Men have nobody outside of themselves to look to, hence they despair. They have no life, only this disappointing ona to live, so they end it. If men would only be reasonable and acknowledge a God infinitely good and merciful Who created them, and Who desires one day to bring- them to Himself never to be separated from Him, they would be buoyed up 'midst life's struggles and disappointments, and no matter how much they would know of suffering, they still would have hope and, like Job, would exclaim : ' I know that my Redeemer liveth.'
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVII, Issue 11, 18 March 1909, Page 403
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405GRAINS OF GOLD New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVII, Issue 11, 18 March 1909, Page 403
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