How swift they go,             Life’s many years,            With their winds of woe             And their storms of tears,    And their darkest of nights whose shadowy slopes    Are lit with…

   The waves were weary, and they went to sleep;        The winds were hushed;        The starlight flushed    The furrowed face of all the mighty deep.     The billows yester eve…

    Land of the gentle and brave!     Our love is as wide as thy woe;    It deepens beside every grave     Where the heart of a hero lies…

    Fell the snow on the festival’s vigil     And surpliced the city in white;    I wonder who wove the pure flakelets?     Ask the Virgin, or God, or…

    Furl that Banner, for ’tis weary;    Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary;        Furl it, fold it, it is best;    For there’s not a man to wave it,    And there’s…

    The sunshine of thy Father’s fame     Sleeps in the shadows of thy eyes,    And flashes sometimes when his name     Like a lost star seeks its skies….

    The tears that trickled down our eyes,     They do not touch the earth to-day;    But soar like angels to the skies,     And, like the angels, may…

    Weary hearts! weary hearts! by the cares of life oppressed,    Ye are wand’ring in the shadows — ye are sighing for a rest:    There is darkness in…

    They come to ev’ry life — sad, sunless days,     With not a light all o’er their clouded skies;    And thro’ the dark we grope along our…

   First champion of the Crucified!     Who, when the fight began    Between the Church and worldly pride    So nobly fought, so nobly died,     The foremost in the van;    While…