POETRY.

I.

PRAY with the Crucified, should men disjustice you:

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

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He little reeks of death or worm that never dies,

who looks to be with Christ to-day in Paradise.

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Jesus, nor first nor last of men in agony, cried: "My God, my God, why hest Thou forsaken me!"

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0 word of double worth, of meaning manifold!

" Woman, behold thy son; thy mother, son, behold."

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Would that, in answer to the piercing word: "I thirst,' out of my heart might streams of living water burst!

VI.

Tetelestai—the deed is done, the words are sped,

the victim slain, the Eucharist accomplished.

The parting word proves death an entry not an end: "Father, into Thy hands my spirit I commend."

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