Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 1 April 1920, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK’S CALENDAR. April 4, Sunday.—Easter Sunday. „ 5, Monday. Easter Monday. ~ 6, Tuesday.—Easter Tuesday. ~ -7, Wednesday.—Of the Octave. „ 8, Thursday.—Of the Octave. ~ 9, Friday. the Octave. ~ 10, 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 beforehand 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 joy— Alleluia 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 OF GOLD EASTERTIDE. An Easter thought! Forget the night of sorrow, Forget the weary vigil, s&d and long; Oh, hail the dawning of the promised morrow, And list in silence to the angel song. An Easter message! O’er the earth is shining The wondrous glory of the day-dawn bright; - ■ Oh, let it hush all doubts and vain repining, It comes to cheer thy longing, anxious sight. An Easter wish! Oh, may the morn of gladness In beauty rise within thy waiting heart, Its heavenly joy will banish fear and sadness, Its golden beams will make the clouds depart. An Easter song upon the breezes swelling, Its echoes from the shadowy long ago, “The Lord is risen!” the happy notes are telling, Then hush’d bo ev’ry strain of grief and woe. „An Easter hope! That resurrection glory May bless the whole world with its fadeless rays, That every human heart may hear the story And join the anthem of eternal praise. Bell. IN THE LIGHT. There were long days of doubting and of pain, There were long nights when whirls of wind and snow Hid the fair stars, and, as* weird witches go , Across the sky in dreams, rode hill and plain; Who could still hope that the sweet-scented rain Would touch once more the peony’s roseate glow, Or that the purple flower-de-luce would blow, Or that the wild azalea was not slain? Yet through the days of doubting there did run The Law of Love that binds the Christ-blessed earth, — This Law immutable we could not see The Promise blooms; O Life turn to the Sun, Here are the Summer and the Easter birth Out of the dark; the Risen Light is He! —Maurice Francis Egan.

If it were necessary that Our Lord should be expert in the science of addition, do you not think that, confronted with our many sins, He would send us back to our nothingness? But His love for us makes Him actually blind. The Little Flower. ,