Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 17 April 1919, Page 3

Friends at Court

CLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR ■ •' '. '"i April 20, Sunday.— Sunday. ~ 21, Monday.—Easter Monday. ~ 22, Tuesday.—Easter Tuesday. ~ 23, Wednesday.—Of the Octave. ~ 24, Thursday.—Of the Octave. * „ 25, Friday,— the Octave. „ 26, Saturday.—Of the Octave. Easter Sunday. "The festival of Easter," writes St. Gregory, "is the solemnity of solemnities, because it raises us from the earth into eternity, which it enables us to enjoy by faith, hope, and charity. "You shall rise again !" This is what the Church says to us by the eloquent voice-of her ceremonies. From the holy temple all signs of mourning have disappeared. The altars are decked out with extraordinary magnificence. Ornaments of gay color and rich embroidery appear. Every face is bright. The bells are all in motion. The song of —the Alleluia—that word of the language of heaven, fallen on earth for our festive days, resounds on all sides, is repeated every moment; is varied again and again, is modulated into every key and when thereto are added the rays of a beautiful sun, you cannot fail to experience those feelings of hope and delight which it is the mission of this great day to inspire. Easter Monday. "The contemplation of Christ's glorious Resurrection and the eternal joys of heaven ought particularly to occupy our souls at this season." Butler. GRAINS OP GOLD. NO CROSS, NO CROWN. '(For the N.Z. Tablet.) No cross, no crown. Then do not frown When trials abound ; But stand your ground, Christ's athlete bold For prize untold Beyond the spheres, Where grief and tears Are quite unknown ; And heaven's your own. Be valiant, brave, Your soul to save, And all is won When life is done. The crown you'll get ; But don't forget That you must fight Both day and night To conquer sin And glory win,—• Th' immortal prize Beyond the skies, Where bliss supreme, Surpassing dream, Awaits the soul. —./. Golden. There is, I know now how, in the minds of men a certain presage, as it were, of a future existence; and this takes the deepest root and is most discoverable in the greatest geniuses and mose exalted souls. Cicero. Love is not mere tolerance. To love one's neighbor entails more than not to hate him. We do not love him unless we aid him, cheerfully, when the occasion arises, and oh, how constantly in the conditions of existence in which we live does the occasion present itself.