The Indian Advocate
Vol. XV. NOVEMBER, 1903. No. II
A babe on the breast of his mother
Reclines in the valley of love,
And smiles like a beautiful lily
Caressed by the rays above.
A child at the knee of his mother,
Who is counting her decades of prayer,
Discover the cross of her chaplet
And kisses the Sufferer there.
A boy with a rosary kneeling
Alone in the temple of God,
And begging the wonderful favor
To walk where the Crucified trod.
. student alone in his study,
With pallid and innocent face;
He raises his head from the pages
And lists to the murmur of grace.
A cleric with mortified features,
Studious, humble and still;
In every motion a meaning
In every action a will.
A man at the foot of an Altar,
A Christ at the foot of the Cross,
Where every loss is a profit,
And every gain a loss.
A Deified Man on a mountain,
His arms uplifted, and spread
With one he is raising the living,
With one he is loosing the dead.
S. S. C.
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