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Irish Jesuit Province
Wings of ThoughtAuthor(s): Constance JenkinsSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 61, No. 716 (Feb., 1933), p. 88Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20513456 .
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88 THE IRISH MONTHLY
words like "1 box," "c wall," "1 paper," " penny," " stool, "shop." In teaching either by Phrase or
Direct Method such transitions are well worth con sidering.
We shall now deal more particularly with the Direct Method, and having done so in relation to the teaching of infants, we can thereafter deal briefly with the methods which seem to us best adapted to teaching more advanced pupils with the maximum of success. If our foundations be well and truly laid, we need have no anxiety concerning our later labour. Our foundations are laid in the infants' class-room. And our work there is not yet quite finished.
WINGS OF THOUGHT.
Oh, wings of pure and undefined thought!
Bear me away to thy Elysian bowers; And lay me down 'mid perfumes-fragrant, sweet,
That creep into this soul and give it rest,
That dull this tired and all too stunted mind.
Come! wrap me within oblivion's cloak And let me stray, lke some sequestered barque,
Upon the sea of fancy. Take me ! oh, take me to the Isle of Dreams, That I may dwell in loneliness supreme In that fair land where unadorned man
May enter not. I hold the sacred key. And all day long the strains of music float
From cloud to cloud across the azure blue,
And falling water sounds like pealing bells.
And ever and anon there comes between the trees
The scented blreath of Heaven, moist with dew.
The droplets hangiing on the blades of grass
Are brighter than the stars that jem the night,
The silken leaves that rustle on the bough
Sing magic as they dance, and all the earth
Is charged with magic. Bear me away to greet these realms of bliss
And let me leave the ugly world behind.
Go! let me trail behind my winging soul
Till it shall reach life's richer hemisphere
The Paradise within the mind. CONSTANCE JENKiNS1,
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