St Francis College - Franciscan Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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SACRED HEART Have you not oft’, in your nightly thoughts, stray’d To the pure heart of ever-blooming shade; Whose words so soft, with kindly love, plays Where, many times, a soul of earth needs grace. Thoughts, o ' er their pathway written, as they ran, One dark memorial of the crimes of man; Thoughts of that God-Man Who was horn to die For sin. with loving HE ART, yet watchful eye. And when Christ’s still soothing voice of Heaven Says, Sleep on, thy errors are forgiven,” Do your thoughts just wander hack, one thought more: Ungrateful world, “HE IS LOVE, AND EVER MORE.”

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THANKSGIVING As each flower lifts its drooping head into the rising sun, Thanksgiving is in the beauty of its life begun. As the day becomes the shell of featherless night, Thanks is given in the beauties of the height. As the winds and rain, perhaps snow, sweep thru the fields to cleanse. Every blade of grass, every leaf, even the humble weed Is bent in honor such is their innate sense, For cleanliness is thanks for such a deed. Ah yes! all of nature’s wondrous beauty’s spent I o give its all, its unanimous assent I H I hanks for little things bestowed, you see — For is not Thanksgiving horn of Charity?