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QuadragesimaAuthor(s): Paul EnglandSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 40, No. 466 (Apr., 1912), p. 187Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20503181 .

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QUADRA GESIMA I87

dous pathos and interest in the succession of meni, generation after generation ! There are young lhearts thrilled this moment with the same ambitions and enthusiasms that were once felt by these three Irishmen whom I have linked together. And so this

wonderful world of men and women and children, of beasts anEd birds and trees and flowers and yellow harvests, goes on and on and on, no matter who goes off the stage, as these thliee gifted Irishmen lhave done.

M. R.

QUADRAGESIMA

Now veiled and dim God's Altar stanids Upon a thousand Ihills,

While spring with eager boyish hands His ordered task fulfils;

White rains he flings, calls forth sweet lustral airs,

And so for solemn rite the holy place prepares.

Nor yet among the waiting trees The kindling taper runs,

Nor yet earth's choristers release Their prisoned antiphons;

To some hid sacristy they still retire Until the sun, ascending, call them to the quire.

Thou, too, my soul, though tears and sighs

Must cleave thy fleshly shrine, In silent lhope, with heavenward eyes,

Expect the promised sign; Then, with the Easter sun on all outpoured, Haste, with the ransomed earth, to greet thy risen Lord.

PAUL ENGLAND.

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