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 LOVE AND LIFE 
 
 ELEANOR C. DONNELLY 
 
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 PHILADELPHIA 
 
 H. L. KiLNER & Co. 
 
 PUBLISHER* 
 
 2nd COPY,, 
 1896. 
 
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 Copyright, 1898, by Eleanor C. Donnelly. 
 
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TO THE MEMORY 
 
 OF 
 
 MY FATHER, 
 
 Cbe late Dr. PMlip Carroll Donnelly, 
 
 THIS LITTLE BOOK 
 IS DEDICATED. 
 
FINDING LIST. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 EASTKR EVE ••» 
 
 CHRIST HATH RISEN V2 
 
 HER FIRST EASTER H 
 
 JESUS, THE LORD OF GLORY 17 
 
 THE ROSE-JAR 21 
 
 THE ALLELUIA OF THE PASCH 21 
 
 THE EASTER TRUCE OF TROVES 2(1 
 
 THE VISION IN THE FLOWERS -JO 
 
 THE TRUE EASTER :V2 
 
 WITH EASTER FLOWERS 34 
 
 I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE ! . 35 
 
 O QUEEN OF HEAVEN, REJOICE ! 3!) 
 
 EASTER HYMN OF THE SACRED HEART ... W 
 
 THE SINNER'S PASCH 45 
 
 PILGRIMS' HYMN OF ST. HILDEBERT .... W 
 
 WHEN THE LILY BLOOMED 4H 
 
 CAROL OF A LATE EASTER 51 
 
Christian Carols of Love and Life. 
 
 €a$ter €pe. 
 
 EHIND the heavy, rock-barr'd door, 
 Low-stretch 'd upon the granite floor, 
 
 The dead Christ lies— His blessed face 
 Full of a wordless peace and grace. 
 
 O Angels, watching near the Dead, 
 Loose ye the napkin from His head ; 
 
 And lift the winding-sheet that veils 
 
 The dear Flesh, torn by scourge and nails ; 
 
 That we may creep beneath its fold, 
 
 And Love's dread recompense behold ! 
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From out each livid wound, there flows 
 A lovely, lambent flame, that glows 
 
 Like red, auroral fire, when day 
 Paves (as with gold) the orient gray : 
 
 An odorous flame, beyond compare 
 With spices sweet or unguents rare. 
 
 Good friends, 'twere bootless work to wind 
 Your cere-cloths round Him, — or to bind 
 
 With shimmering lengths of linen bands 
 His mangled limbs and bleeding hands ! 
 
 These outstretch'd Arms, ye can not close — 
 Earth's sinners i/iere must seek repose ! 
 
 This Heart's red wound, ye dare not hide — 
 Earth's saints must in its depths abide ! 
 
And at these Feet, tho' swathed in gloom, 
 Earth's myriad mourners must find room ! 
 
 O Love ! nor shroud, nor cerements white 
 Can shut Thee from our longing sight ! 
 
 O Love ! nor guard, nor sealed door 
 Can keep us from Thee ! On the floor, 
 
 Like creeping things, we come to kiss 
 Thine ev'ry wound. With tender bliss 
 
 Of gushing tears and rapturous sighs, 
 We worship where Thy dear corse lies ; 
 
 And clasp Thy feet, all bruised and torn, 
 And, like to Magdalen forlorn, 
 
 With faith and hope and love, essay 
 To wait Thy Resurrection Day ! 
 
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 /^S the glorious sun on high 
 l—f Rends apart the night's dark cloud ; 
 J As the radiant butterfl}- 
 
 Springs from out its dusky shroud 
 As the lily from the mold, 
 
 Blossoms in its robes of snow ; 
 Or, from out its ashes cold, 
 
 Mounts the phoenix, all aglow, — 
 
 Out of Death's sepulchral prison 
 Christ hath risen ! 
 
 Sleep the Roman guards as dead ;- 
 Where the stone is rolled away, 
 
 Shining angels watch instead 
 On this beauteous Easter Day. 
 
 Vain the spices, unguents sweet, 
 Which the holy women bring : 
 
Blessed head and bleeding feet 
 Need no more Love's minist'ring. 
 
 Hark ! that burst of song Elysian- 
 Christ hath risen ! 
 
 Speed the rapturous news abroad — 
 
 Give it to the breezes free ! 
 Every chorister of God, 
 
 Weave it into melody ! 
 Hearts that bleed and heads that bow, 
 
 See, He cometh from afar ! 
 Living pearls, His teardrops glow, 
 
 Every wound is like a star ! 
 
 Up ! adore the shining Vision ! 
 Christ hath risen ! 
 
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Ber Tirst easier. 
 
 N the dark hush before the dawn of day, 
 The Mournful Mother kept, in grief pro- 
 found, 
 Her lonely vigil. Sign was none, nor 
 sound 
 Of waking morn, when, sudden, all the gray 
 Its Alleluia sang in one red ray, — 
 
 Slender at first, but broadening as she gazed, 
 Till from its fiery fullness, burst away 
 A white-robed Presence with pierced Hands 
 upraised ! 
 
 Ah! then she. knew Him who, swift-footed, 
 came 
 To clasp her to His heart ! — Her God, her 
 Son 
 Cried from His every wound, with tongue of 
 flame, 
 ' ' Rejoice, My love ! Be glad, My sinless one ! 
 Last at the Cross — now art thou first to claim 
 The Risen Christ ! * * * The new Pasch 
 hath begun ! " 
 
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 ESUS, the Lord of glory, 
 
 Springs from the tomb, with life im- 
 mortal won ! 
 Darkness and death before Him 
 
 Flee, like the clouds before the sun ! 
 No more He'll languish 
 In pain and anguish. 
 His might doth vanquish 
 Mortality ! 
 Oh ! banish sadness. 
 And Error's madness ; 
 Awake to gladness, 
 
 He is free ! 
 
 Joy in the heavens above us ! 
 
 Angels exult, — your King, your God is nigh ! 
 Joy ! that the Lord so loved us, 
 
 For men to suffer and to die ! 
 
Oh ! then returning, 
 With ardor burning, 
 And humbly mourning 
 
 Our treachery ; 
 With God to bless us, 
 His love caress us, 
 His grace possess us. 
 
 We are free ! 
 
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 Che Rose-3ar. 
 
 OUND this little jar, replete 
 With a wealth of spices sweet, 
 
 (Wither'd roses, fragrant-mass" d), 
 On this blessed Easter Eve. 
 Doth my rev "rent fanc}- weave 
 One lov'd legend of the past. 
 
 Tall and fair, I seem to see 
 Three veil'd figures flit by me 
 
 Thro' the early morning gloom 
 Each her wimple closely wearing 
 Each her jar of spices bearing 
 
 To the holv Garden-Tomb ! 
 
 Mary, Mother of the Lord, 
 Mary Magdalen, who pour'd, 
 
 Once, her ointment on His head 
 And that other Mary, mother 
 Of Salome, and James her brother 
 
 Bringing unguents for the Dead. 
 
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Oh ! the glory of that hour ! 
 Christ hath risen in His power — 
 
 He shall spices need no more ! 
 He hath heard the plaintive moan : 
 "Who shall roll us back the stone 
 
 From the sepulchre's dark door? ' 
 
 And, as falls the winding-sheet 
 From His sacred, wounded Feet, 
 
 And, as upward springs the Lord 
 To the new and splendid ray 
 Of the holy Easter Da)'— 
 
 Angels wait upon His word. 
 
 Angels cry : "He hath arisen ! 
 
 He hath burst the Grave's black prison ! 
 
 Seek Him not among the dead ! 
 Christ the living, Christ the glorious, 
 Over Death and Hell victorious, 
 
 Into Galilee hath fled ! " 
 
These the \vords that haunt mine ear 
 In the Paschal twilight here — 
 
 Ere the chimes begin their ringing 
 Ere the Angels' '' Resurrexit ! 
 Alleluia ! Sicut dixit ! " 
 
 Thro' the dawn its bliss is flinging. 
 
 This, the Vision that arises 
 From my little jar of spices, 
 
 Rich with rose-leaves' rare perfume,- 
 Vision of the Risen Christ, 
 And the holy Easter-tryst 
 
 Of the Marvs at His Tomb ! 
 
Cbe jFllleluid of tDe Pascb. 
 
 /^LLELUIA ! the bells are ringing, 
 ^ Up, high np, in the golden dawn ; 
 ALLEI.UIA ! the choirs are singing, 
 Passiontide and its shadows srone. 
 
 AivLELUiA ! the birds are trilling 
 
 Over the eggs in their new-made nests : 
 
 Field and meadow and garden filling 
 
 With th' joy o'erflowung feathered breasts. 
 
 The world of nature round us rises 
 
 Clad in resurrection green ; 
 The world of grace all heav'n surprises 
 
 With risen "lories, earth unseen ! 
 
 At.t.et,uia ! chants the river 
 
 To hill and mountain, sky and sea ! 
 
 Evermore and still forever, 
 
 Float the echoes back to me : 
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Echoes of an Angel-chorus 
 
 (White-robed in the garden gloom), 
 Shouting to the welkin o'er us : 
 
 " Christ hath risen from the tomb ! " 
 
 All my heart springs up in greeting 
 To the rapture of the word : 
 
 'Alleluia ! "—glad repeating— 
 
 " Hail, thrice hail, Thou Risen Lord ! 
 
Cbc Caster Cruce of Croyc$.* 
 
 T~7rOM Rheims, Besangon, Cambria, 
 j(«) From Langres, and from Auxerre, 
 \ King Attila, the savage Hun, 
 Marched upon Troyes fair, 
 (Where watched the people and their priests 
 Three days and nights in prayer.) 
 
 'Twas Easter Eve— long gathered. 
 
 In fear, suspense, and cold, 
 The sinners made their Paschal shrift 
 
 In the Cathedral old: 
 When thund'rous sounds of coming strife 
 
 Thro' door and window roll'd. 
 
 Swift to the holy altar, 
 The men, affrighted, fled; 
 
 And with one shout of anguish 
 Called on their sainted head. 
 
 Called on their bishop, Lupus, 
 
 To meet th' invader dread. 
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up rose the fearless prelate, 
 Donn'd mitre, stole, and cope 
 
 With crosier, cross, and clergy 
 Went forth, assured in hope, 
 
 To bid the pale-faced warders 
 The city's portal ope. 
 
 There, 'mid his blood-stain'd soldiers, 
 
 Meeting the royal Hun : 
 ' ' Who art thou ? ' ' spake majestic 
 
 Tro^-es' anointed son ; — 
 ** King Attila, the Scourge of God / " 
 
 Replied the cruel one. 
 
 " Thrice blessed be His love divine ! 
 
 Whatever ill betide — 
 Since all that Heaven sends is good," 
 
 (The gentle bishop cried) : 
 '* The Scourge of God is welcome here- 
 
 Fling all the portals wide ! " 
 
'Twas done ; they met and mingled, 
 
 Assailer and assailed ; 
 The women wept and trembled, 
 
 The children shrieked and wailed ; 
 And the red cheek of the stoutest man 
 
 With terror shrank and paled. 
 
 Till one cried : " Resurrexit ! 
 
 The Lord Christ save us all ! " 
 And the blessing of the Prince of Peace 
 
 Upon them seemed to fall — 
 Besieger and besieged 
 
 Binding in one sweet thrall. 
 
 For, thro' the silent, kneeling throngs 
 That all the roadways lined, 
 
 The mob of fierce marauders 
 Passed onward, mute and kind. 
 
 As harmless as the summer breeze 
 
 That leaves no wreck behind. 
 
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" Laus Deo ! " Bishop Lupus said : 
 " Safe are my children still ! 
 
 King Attila and all his hordes 
 Can work no wrong nor ill 
 
 To them that meet the Scourge of God 
 Submissive to God's Will ! " 
 
Cbc Uision in tbe Tlowers. 
 
 IIvIES of snow, tulips of gold, 
 
 Bless'd be the hand that sent them me! 
 
 Deep in their fragrant cups, they hold 
 An Easter memor3\ 
 
 A fair young face, like a lily white, 
 Ivong soft strands of golden hair, 
 
 Rise from the depths of th' flow'rets bright, 
 In Paschal glory rare ; 
 
 The waxen lids o'er the dim blue eyes, 
 Seem to quiver their fringe of gold ; 
 
 Cheeks, like the roses of Paradise, 
 Their velvet bloom unfold : 
 
 And a sunbeam smile from the silent lips 
 Of the dear dead darling, downward flows, 
 
 Till the harp 'neath her perfect finger-tips 
 In golden splendor glows. 
 
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O virgin vision ! sweet Elaine I 
 Far fairer than the maid begot 
 
 Of poet dreams— (that child of pain, 
 The Ladve of Shalott)— 
 
 Out of the Easter of the heart, 
 Thou risest beauteous to behold, 
 
 Forming a pure and tender part 
 Of all things white and gold ! 
 
 No knight of Arthur's princely court, 
 But Christ our King, thy Love shalt be !■ 
 
 Moored is thy barque in Heaven's port — 
 Elaine, sweet peace to thee ! 
 
(The word Easter, according to St. Jerome, signifies a 
 change and a passage. St. Bernard says, referring to 
 this: "Our Lord, passing to a new life, invites us to 
 follow Him, to change our lives." 
 
 HAT doth it profit us to rise with Christ, 
 .\nd share with Him new life on 
 Easter Sunday, 
 If, straightway, by the olden snares 
 enticed, 
 We die to Him by sin on Easter 
 Monday ? 
 
 To fast, to pray— to watch and meditate 
 
 From Mardi Gras till Resurrection morning, 
 
 And then, to keep a Saturnalian/^/^ 
 
 For moons to come — all prayer and penance 
 
 scorning : 
 
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Is this to rise with Christ in fear and love 
 The cerements of the grave forever quitting ? 
 
 Is this to seek the things that are above, 
 Where Christ is at His Father's right hand 
 sitting ? 
 
 Ah ! no, our Easter is a passage sure, 
 
 A change from midnight gloom to noonday 
 splendor : 
 
 The great stone rolled away, and angels pure 
 
 Lighting the tomb with lustrous eyes and 
 
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 A passage to that land where Grace and Peace, 
 Like Easter lilies, bloom in full perfection. 
 
 From vice to sever, and from sin to cease, 
 Ah ! this it is to share Christ's Resurrection ! 
 
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Ulitb Caster Tlowers. 
 
 ERE are Heart's ease for thy sorrows, 
 Pleasant pansies for sad thoiight, 
 Passion-flowers, Easter lilies, 
 With the season's fragrance fraught. 
 
 But the fairest flower among them, 
 
 (Of fond Memory begot, i 
 Is this tender, slender blossom, love. 
 
 The dear Forget-me-not '. 
 
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**T am me Resurrection and the Cite!** 
 
 '^J^IS written on each leaf in lines of gold, 
 ( ^ On sunlit green of bush and budding 
 tree ; — 
 Enaniell'd by young violets on the lea, 
 It pearls each lily with its tracery, 
 Each silvern daisy peeping from the 
 mold. 
 
 The birds have caught its music on the wing ; — 
 It trills and trembles in each feather'd throat, 
 As upward, upward, with triumphant note. 
 Thro' sweeps of shining space, the songsters 
 float: 
 
 The ver\' vapors rise to hear them sing. 
 
 O fountains, fling your waters in their wake, 
 And let your Alleluias swell the lay ; 
 Each crystal drop, each wreath of rainbow 
 
 spray 
 Is chanting with the glorious Easter Day : 
 
 " I will arise— arise, for Christ's dear sake ! " 
 
"Arise!" the church-bells chime: "all flesh, 
 arise ! 
 Come forth, pale Sleepers ! Loose the grave- 
 yard gate ! ' ' 
 " Xot yet ! " the Dead reply : " not yet ! — We 
 
 wait 
 The Resurrection and the Life — the great 
 Celestial Easter — Pasch of Paradise ! " 
 
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Queen of IScaccn, Rejoice ! 
 
 HE bells clash wild in the Easter dawn, 
 I In the rosy, rapturous Easter morning 
 Now high — now low. 
 Now fast - now slow, 
 The bells ring on, ring on, ring on — 
 All touch of sorrow scorning ! 
 Regina coeli lartare ! 
 
 Dance, happv sun, in the cloudless sky ! 
 The Tomb is rent and the Dead arisen 1 
 The bliss of the bells 
 To the wide world tells 
 Of Mother Mary's joy on high, 
 
 And of souls released from prison ! 
 Regina cceli Icetare ! 
 
€a$ter Uymn of m Sacred Bcart/ 
 
 ©INFINITE Power, almighty, supreme ! 
 O Heart of our new-risen Saviour 
 and God ! 
 We come in our need, in our weakness extreme. 
 To share in the blessings Thou sheddest 
 abroad. 
 We tremble— we faint— we are helpless and 
 frail— 
 Ah ! let the strong arm of Thy mercy uphold 
 Our feeble endeavors. Thro' I^ife's dreary vale. 
 Support with Thy might the weak lambs of 
 Thy fold. 
 
 O Heart of our God ! O God of our 
 heart ! 
 O Beauty and Brightness that naught 
 can transcend ! 
 Thy grace and Thy love to our spirits 
 impart ! 
 Thy glory, Thy will be our joy to 
 the end ! 
 
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O infinite Wisdom, resplendently bright, 
 
 Forever illuming a Heart all divine ; 
 Descend on the shadows which curtain our 
 night, 
 And thro' its thick darkness, triumphantly 
 shine ! 
 We grope 'mid the gloom— we are blinded with 
 doubt, 
 O Light of the world ! be our counsel, our 
 stay ; 
 Ah ! let the sweet star of Thy Wisdom blaze out. 
 Thy Heart's brilliant lustre illumine our way ! 
 
 O Heart of our God ! O God of our 
 heart ! 
 O Rainbow of Hope, where all ben- 
 isons blend ! 
 Thy grace and Thy love to our spirits 
 impart, 
 Thy glory. Thy will be our joy to 
 the end ! 
 
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O infinite Love, ever ancient, yet new ! 
 Thy Heart is aflame with the Spirit's warm 
 breath. 
 No waters can quench, or those fires subdue, — 
 They are older than Time ; they are stronger 
 than Death ! 
 O Heart of all hearts ! let Thy mystical fires, 
 Like sparks 'mid the reeds, set our bosoms 
 aglow ; 
 Enkindle our coldness, inflame our desires. 
 Refine us like gold — make us pure as the 
 snow ! 
 
 O Heart of our God ! O God of our 
 heart ! 
 O Risen Redeemer ! our Master, our 
 Friend ! 
 Thy grace and Thy love to our spirits 
 impart. 
 Thy glory, Thy will be our joy to 
 the end ! 
 
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 Cbe Sinner's Pascb. 
 
 HEN to the sinless Mary came her Son, 
 On Easter morn, new-risen from 
 the grave. 
 All things in silent secrecy were done, 
 No whisper to the winds their greet- 
 ing gave ; 
 
 But when He showed Himself to Magdalen 
 In open garden, near the Tomb fresh-riven, 
 
 Convincing proofs He there proclaimed to men, 
 How dear He holds poor sinners, Love- 
 forgiven ! 
 
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Pilgrims' l)ynin of $t, Biiaebert 
 
 From the Latin of Longfelloiv' s " Golden Legend.'' 
 
 RECEIVE me, full of pity, 
 David's Sion, tranquil City ! 
 
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 Thine the Builder, God of might, 
 Author of eternal light ! 
 
 Thine, the gates of deathless wood, 
 Fashioned from the Sacred Rood ; 
 
 Thine, the locks whose wards are swung 
 By the key of Peter's tongue. 
 
 Thy fair citizens are ever 
 Joyous in their pure endeavor ; 
 
 While on walls of living stone 
 
 Guards the festive King, His throne! 
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In this City of delight, 
 Shineth always lustre white. 
 
 Spring eternal, lasting peace 
 Floods its streets with solemn bliss. 
 
 Sweetest odors fill the skies — 
 Festal strains forever rise ! 
 
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 Heav'nly City ! City blest ! 
 On the Rock of Ages rest ! 
 
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 City in a haven safe. 
 
 Where the waves ne'er roar nor chafe, 
 
 From afar, I thee salute 
 With a rapture absolute ; 
 
 Thee, I hail with glowing fire, 
 Thee, I sigh for — thee desire ! 
 
OPbeit the Lily Bloomcl' 
 
 P in an attic, high and bare, a lonely 
 couple dwelt apart, 
 Ragged and old and pinched by care, yet 
 strangely gentle and pure of heart. 
 
 Leading their life of dreary want, they meekly 
 
 bless'd the dear Lord's name. 
 For, now and then, to their doleful haunt, 
 
 gifts from one of His lovers came: 
 
 Gifts from a woman, fair, humane — the cher- 
 ished child of a noble house. 
 
 Chained to her couch of prayer and pain, the 
 suflf'ring bride of a suff'ring Spouse. 
 
 Lo ! while her bounty scaled the stair — fuel 
 
 and raiment, wine and food — 
 
 Under the eaves, the aged pair brooded over 
 
 a sotnething crude — 
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A broken basin filled with clay, whence, from 
 
 its hidden root below, 
 A slender plant had push'd its way, almost 
 
 afraid to green or grow. 
 
 Out of its centre, peeped the head of an unblown 
 
 bud (hope's harbinger) : 
 "When the lily blooms," the old folks said, 
 
 "its first sweet flower shall be for her!''' 
 
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 Day by day, on her couch afar, the sick girl 
 
 wasted and waned apace ; 
 Day by day, like a dawning star, the fair white 
 
 bud unveiled its face ; 
 
 Till, one bright Easter morn, full-blown — its 
 regal splendors well displayed — 
 
 The lily was borne from the attic lone to the 
 home of the noble, suff'ring maid. 
 
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Alas ! when the old folks meekly turned to the 
 stateh' spot where their lady dwelt, 
 
 In a curtain'd chamber, the death-lights burned : 
 and round a coffin the mourners knelt. 
 
 Like a waxen saint in a rosewood shrine, the 
 maiden smiled in her dreamless sleep ; 
 
 Her hands were folded, — a peace divine lighted 
 her face with its rapture deep ; 
 
 For, through the lids of her soft-sealed eyes, a 
 
 golden radiance seem'd to dart, 
 As if they were gazing in Paradise on the 
 
 glorious flames of the Sacred Heart ! 
 
 Gently the aged fingers laid the fresh-blown 
 
 lily on her cla}' — 
 " Glory to Thee, sweet Lord ! " — they prayed : 
 
 " for both Thy lilies have bloom'd to-day ! " 
 
Carol of a Eatc easier. 
 
 HE lovely pink of the blossoming 
 peach, 
 The apple's snowy bloom 
 Are filling the land with loveliness, 
 The air with rich perfume 
 
 Resurrexit siciit dixit ! 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 
 The birds are building under the eaves, 
 
 Singing the song of home ; 
 Up from the depths of their glossy leaves, 
 The tender violets come. 
 
 Resurrexit sicut dixit ! 
 Alleluia! Alleluia! 
 
 Daisies and buttercups o'er the fields 
 
 Are strewn, like silver and gold. 
 Which the lavish purse of Nature yields. 
 Flung from her jocund hold. 
 Resurrexit sicut dixit ! 
 Alleluia! Alleluia! 
 
O hearts, rejoice ! the gloom of Lent 
 Hathpass'd with the wintry days ; 
 And peace and joy and cahn content 
 Fill Eastertide with praise ! 
 
 Resurrexit sicut dixU! 
 Allelic ia ! A llelu ia ! 
 
 No more by sin or self entic'd, 
 
 O children of the King ! 
 Arise, arise with the Risen Christ, 
 In the glory of the Spring ! 
 
 Resurrexit sicut dixit ! 
 Alleluia! Alleluia! 
 
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ADDENDA. 
 
 ^ The adaptation of this Carol to a martial 
 melody by Donizetti will account for its irreg- 
 ularity of metre. 
 
 - First published in Our Lady of Good 
 Counsel. 
 
 •* First published in Donahoe' s Magazine. 
 ■* First published in The Rosary. 
 ^ Adapted from a longer poem by the author 
 in the Ave Maria. 
 
 ""• First published in the Messenger of the 
 Sacred Heart. 
 

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