Oh for this the May breeze waited,
And then at last went on its way,
The hawthorn’s perfume filled the air,
For the incense of those Ave’s
It bore away to Mary’s throne,
A tribute of love and prayer.
THE TRUTHS OF OLD, OH HEART OF MAN.
The truths of old, oh heart of man,
Speak forth with free impressive tongue,
For righteousness thy thoughts express,
The seeming mysteries of God’s plan;
Let thoughts emerge from heart and brain,
In spoken accents sweet and low,
Give to the world your very best,
For in His plan God willed it so.
All nature moves in harmony,
No discord mars the glad refrain
Of sun, and moon, and stars above,
Of trees and flow’rs on hill and plain;
Oh! heart of man with truths of old,
In love and justice rule the earth,
Resplendent shine like purest gold,
Without alloy, oh heart of man.
THE MESSAGE OF THE ROSE.
See a beautiful rose just unfolding
Breathing its fragrance on the summer air,
While on the emerald green at its feet
A modest blue violet bloomed so fair;
And thought oh how happy the rose must be
Queen of the garden, nodding gracefully.
But there is ne’er a rose without its thorns
While on its beauty we may always gaze
If we go near why we must have a care
Or those thorns will pierce while still we may praise.
Then the rose bending low her stately head
Kissed the sweet violet tender and true
As a pearly tear from her petals fell,
On the violet’s lips bedecked with dew,
And said, “Little flower contented be.
No thorns probe your side, nodding gracefully.”