St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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IGNATIAN That Christ has made for fallen man To join the glorious caravan! Ye peaks bend low before the Lord, By all his faithful ones adored! Valley and golden Autumn field, A precious boon to jesus yield! Ye flowers, lend your perfume sweet! Ye birds, with carols jesus greet! Come, ye seraphs, forth, and sing, For Christ is come, and Christ is King! In holy awe the concourse sees, In holy awe sinks to its knees, Nor cares for rain, nor drenched streets But joyous hymns of praise repeats. And then as if in contrast great, The earthly prince, in earthly state, Rides slowly by, in humbled pride Adoring his Almighty Guide. He seems a tiny grain of sand, Compared to some tall mountain grand. They all forget his regal lot,- He passes, but they heed him not. 214 lk Dis Let all rejoice with gladsome praiseg The Lord His heavenly sceptre sways, While Hell's grim despot's bound in chains For Jesus-sweetest jesus reigns. Thos. H Foster

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l ll Uhr Sarranwntal Imrh EHOLD! the town, a surging mass Of pilgrims, come from every class, And rich and poor, from far and Wide, The truest steel that God has tried. From Asia's farthest shore they hail, And Europe's outmost hill and dale, From ancient Egypt's sunburnt Held They come, their humble praise to yield. From early morn they throng the ways, In hope to see and utter praise To Him who rules with gentle rod- The Christ, the Sacramental God. As some there are who only feign Devotion's warmth, a gentle rain Is dropped, from fleecy clouds above Dispersing those who do not love, These only come to rudely stare, But those with tender, earnest prayer Give proof of love by word and deed, And beg their Savior Sweet to speed His coming, restless, they await The blessing, from the delegate Who tends the Fatherls Flock on earth With help from Him, Whose lowly Birth Brought joy to us, and all our trust, Defeating sin and pride and lust. X as wk ff :sf ak But hark! the sacred van draws nigh! Hell's tyrant and his minions fly! The Savior comes! Ye bards, sing praise! Ye sinners list, and hear the ways,

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.Anhrrm lang HE British literary world sustained a heavy A5 loss in the sudden death, on July 20, of 'Qf Andrew Lang, the litterateur and scholar. The deepest interest of the cultivated pub- lic throughout the English speaking world attaches to the life and name of this im- mortal Scotsman. gr! Qi Born at Selkirk on March 31, 1844, Andrew Lang was educated at Edinburgh Academy, at St. Andrews University, and finally at Balliol College, Oxford. He evidenced in his academic life the predilection for the classics which influenced so notably his future ideals. His translation of the Odyssey first brought him into the prominence en- hanced by his later translations of Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, the Iliad and the Homeric Hymns. He always ar- dently defended Homeric unity. The dust and awful treasures of the dead, Hath Learning scattered wide, but vainly thee Homer, she meteth with her tool of lead, And strives to rend thy songs, too blind to see The Crown that burns on thine immortal head, Of indivisible supremacy. Lang was an earnest Scotsmang critics have traced even his affection for things French, in particular for the Blessed Jeanne d'Arc, to Scottish history. In Almae Matres, among Rhymes a la Mode, he frankly ex- presses his loyalty to St. Andrew's: All these hath Oxfordg all are dear, But dearer far the little town The drifting surf, the wintry year The college of the scarlet gown- St. Andrew's by the Northern Sea. I 7