St Vincent Seminary - Symposium Yearbook (Latrobe, PA)

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sz u I 'X If fflX 1.--, s , A 1---- ll Hlllllllllllll' '- . i-I extended 1tself to the more common emotxons of everyone and , every age Insplratlons of a rel1g1ous and a soclal nature the emotlons of youth and age thoughts of lxfe and death of human relatlons ln frlendshlp and 1n love all these find most beaut1ful expresslon mn h1s poems In thls l1m1ted space lt IS poss1b1e to g1V6 but a few examples of h1S mlmltable power 1n such regard AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS' As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee, My God! silent, to Thee Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOWT This world is all a fleeting show, ' For man's illusion given,' The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe, -4 f .IIIIIIIIIIHIL Q 2 N 5 - Elllllli m lu I illlllli :I Ee' Q ,f . E--I: I XS-lf Qnnnunnfl - S I I I O ,I , l I 7 Deceitful shine, deceiU'ul flow- There's nothing true, but Heaven! ' And false the light on Glory's plume, As fading hues of Even,' And Love and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb- T here's nothing bright but Heaven! Poor wand rers of a stormy day! From wave' to wave we re driven And Fancy s flash and Reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way- There s nothing calm but Heaven! IN TI-IE MORNING OF LIFEI When we see the flrst glory of youth pass us by Like a leaf on the stream that will never return When our cup which had sparkled with pleasure so high First tastes of the OTHER the dark-flowing urn Then then is the time when affection holds sway A With a depth' and a tenderness joy never knew Love nursed among. pleasures is faithless as they But the Love born of Sorrow like Sorrow is true Moore Sacred Songs. Ibid. IMoore Melodies 1 . I A Illl - . alll L2 Y 1 , 1 1 r , . 9 . . . , I r 1 r f Y : f l Y a 1 - , T , - I ': f :nmmmn . 5 - ': Illlilllllllll

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2 n n u nn :I , . S .I 3 f 1 ' 1 - - s 1' 7 'Vu Q N ' gllli i :N . :fe f ' X ' 'il Q 2 u , ' -Q 1. ..i X N X, ev- -vi V . 5 Bllllllllllllll XX ' 'FP' in Q. ii . 1 1. ax Y Y aa 1 ax , N' , A. fl H , '1 PT i . . 1 n l 1 I M n , f .'W' S- --, f. . a ai- ' rv - s A . v . Y H . . . . r . ' , . 4 . A 1 117 ' . . :nmuumm . : o , f . : 2 - . . : E : : E S . . Illlllmluln Go plead for the land that Jirst cradled thy fame And bright o'er the flood Of her tears and her blood Let the rainbow of Hope be her Wellington? name. Moore opened the hearts of all, not with his melodies only but with his satires his plays, and his longer poems. Keyed con- stantly by an lnborn hatred for tyranny and a passionate love for freedom, his works have warmed their way into the con- sciousness of his countrymen by the truthful expression of feelings common to all. In the writing of his greatest poem, Lalla Rookh, a dramatic story of the Grient, Moore sought in vain for an inspirational theme, until he awakened the same spirit that has spoken in his Melodies. He describes in his Auto- biography the series of disheartening experiments which he had undergone for a whole year in his efforts to write this poem, and makes the following comment: But, at last, fortunately, as it proved, the thought occurred to me of founding a story on the fierce struggle so long maintained between the Ghebers, or the ancient F ire-worshippers of Persia, and their haughty Moslem masters. From that moment, a new and deep interest in my whole task took possession of me. The cause of tolerance was again my inspiring theme, and the spirit that had spoken in the melodies of Ireland soon found itself at home in the East. Knowing the success which Moore enjoyed in expressing his love of tolerance and his hatred for false standards of rank, one does not find it difficult to visualize him in private life as a most ardent advocate of fairness and of just reward for service and accomplishment. At a gathering of literary men in Ayr for the purpose of honoring Robert Burns, Moore listened with con- tempt and fury to the epithets the distinguished peasant and the illustrious ploughrrtah with which Burns was designat- cd by a peer of Scotland When Moore had accepted the toast made to him he mdignantly recalled the contempt of the toast- master and with his arm quivering spoke the following words But, gentlemen' it signifies hothmg to genius whether it is Byron the peer or Burns the plozlghman! for to use his own energetic language the rank 1S but the guinea stamp, the rrtah's the gowd' Noth1ng that Moore had ever written or said produced the electric effect which these words did and the immense hall immediately rang with plaudits it had never before known The talent of Tom Moore was not limited merely to an ex- pression of the feeling which occupied those around him, but 5? ll71ll , K U Numm un. 1 , , ji 3 vi - wg, .A 1 I ' ii 11, f W, , . . :nmmuinu ll- sllllll- m ' 55555

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