Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 11 April 1912, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK’S CALENDAR i April 14, Sunday. Sunday. . v * , ' ,"i 15, Monday.— St. Hilary, Bishop, Confessor, and r Doctor, , ~ . 16, Tuesday. — St. Benedict Joseph Labre, Con- . , . fessor. . ’ ~ 17, Wednesday. — St. Anicetus, Pope, and " Martyr. ~ 18, Thursday.— St. Peter Damian, Bishop, Confessor, and Doctor. ~ 19, . Friday.— St. Leo IX., Pope and Confessor. ~ 20, Saturday. —St. John Damascene, Confessor, and Doctor. .' . Low Sunday. • This Sunday is styled in liturgical language Dominica in Albis, or Sunday in White, because in olden times the neophytes, whom it was customary to baptise on Holy Saturday, wore their white robes for the last time to-day. * v V St. Leo IX., Pope and Confessor. St. Leo, whose baptismal name was .Bruno, was born in Alsace in the year 1002. At the ea«rly age of 24, he- was chosen Bishop of Toul, an office which brought under the notice of all his spirit of charity, meekness, and penance, and, at the same time, afforded full 1 play to his great administrative qualities. Elected Pope in 1048, he showed himself, during his short pontificate, a zealous reformer of morals and an uncompromising opponent of heresy. He died in Rome in 1054. GRAINS OF GOLD BEFORE THE TABERNACLE. Thou gazest down with loving kindness, Dear Lord, upon Thy suffering child ; f - And into light is changed my blindness, As night before the sunbeams mild. With many wounds, with deep, deep sadness, I came before Thee, Lord, to-day; But all is changed to heavenly gladness, And-at Thy feet has passed away. ; Thy love sheds blessings all around us, \ As once in far Judea’s land ; With, many graces Thou hast bound us Thy captives in a holy band And, oh ! Thine eyes/ with lovelight shining, Console my griefs, and make me know That I can rest, till life’s declining, Within Thy care Who lov’st me so! How sweet Thy Presence on Thine altar! How near, how near, Thou art to me! Oh, never let me change or falter, My heart shall live alone for Thee. Here let me kneel in adoration, - .>•- Here at Thy feet, beneath Thy gaze, . ; This is my rest, my soul’s safe station. ' Be Thou my all, through all my,days ! . _ As a matter of fact, we ought to make a new beginning each morning. We ought to base this fresh )start on • the net results of yesterday. Yesterday’s failures should be our danger signals, and yesterday’s successes our guideposts. --■ Reverence is the chief joy and power of life l reverence for what is pure and bright in your youth, for what is , true and tried in the age of others, for all that is gracious among the living, great among the dead, . and marvellous in the power that cannot die. : Life is the pit of the orchestra and we are the instruments. The discord and the broken string of the individual instrument do not affect the whole, except as false notes ; but I think that God, knowing all things, must discern- the symphony, glorious with meaning, through the discordant-fragments that we play.