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Flowers Without Fruit Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control That o’er thee swell and throng;– They will condense within…
Flowers Without Fruit Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control That o’er thee swell and throng;– They will condense within…
Hymn to Matins–Sunday TODAY the Blessed Three in One Began the earth and skies; Today a Conqueror, God the Son,…
Reverses WHEN mirth is full and free, Some sudden gloom shall be; When haughty power mounts high, The Watcher’s axe…
Sensitiveness Time was, I shrank from what was right, From fear of what was wrong; I would not brave the…
The Gift of Perseverance ONCE, as I brooded o’er my guilty state, A fever seized me, duties to devise, To…
The Sign of the Cross Whenever across this sinful flesh of mine I draw the Holy Sign, All good thoughts…
Lead, Kindly Light Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I…