A CHRISTMAS MESSAGE.
Over the weary waste of. sea _ .. '■ • Your Christmas message came to me, Linking the lonely leagues that part A brother's from a sister's heart; Only a whisper: "We shall meet Before the Crib at Jesus' Feet." I was so lonely that the tears Their tribute paid to bygone years, Faces passed in the fading fire, And Thought made pact with vain Desire, Time, that all other wounds can heal But makes the painting pain more real. Dreaming, the torture of the brain (For dreams can never solace pain), Saw I the scenes of long ago. The Mass-bell called across the snow, Bidding the people kneel in prayer Before the lowly manger bare. Fondly I scanned each well-loved face That lingered in the Holy Place. Peace did my weary soul pervade Before the Crib where He was laid, For I had heard your whisper brief, And solace found for aching grief. —Rev. D. A. Casey.
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New Zealand Tablet, 19 December 1918, Page 29
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157A CHRISTMAS MESSAGE. New Zealand Tablet, 19 December 1918, Page 29
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