ON MISSING MASS.
(For the N.Z. Tablet.), I dozed —the Sabbath sun was high, And through the shutter, drawn, I caught the gold of morning sky A thrush sang on the lawn; Distinct I heard the mentor say : . Arise! and pray! this is God's day! The Mass bell bids thee not delay Arise! thy" homage pay ! But I to leave my couch was loth— And sank into a sleep of sloth And startled from my dream — woke The bell had ceased to toll — And stern the mentor's sentence broke Upon my truant soul: O sluggard! thou. shalt ever dread That prayer unsaid— hour ill-sped— Christ called thee to the banquet spread, And thou refused His Bread! Each Sabbath morn the voice within Reproves me of that ingrate sin. - : , . —Harold Gallagher. Christchurch. ' : ."'■■■"'" - ;. '
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New Zealand Tablet, 5 February 1920, Page 43
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131ON MISSING MASS. New Zealand Tablet, 5 February 1920, Page 43
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