St Vincent Seminary - Symposium Yearbook (Latrobe, PA)

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Ellllllllllllg gllls E E EIWIQ Hlllllllllllli I l , Y 7 Y Y , . Y 2 . 9 I 7 ! ! 7 Moore, Sacred Songs. Q Tlbid. 5Moore, Ballads Ez' Songs. llllllllllllk lllllli ' 1 XJ, 9- 5 an, my if AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS? So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most Is all we can have of the few we hold dear And oft even joy is unheeded and lost For the want of some heart, that could echo it, near Ah, well may' we hope, when this short life is gone To meet in some world of more permanent bliss For a smile or a grasp of the hand, hast'ning on Is all we enjoy of each other in this. A ALONE IN CROWDS TO WANDER ONT Alone in crowds to wander on And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once where er we roved- This this the doom must be Of all who ve loved, and lived to see The few bright things they thought would stay . Forever near them die away FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOMQ From life without freedom, say, who would not fly. For one day of freedom oh! who would not die? I-Iarkf-Hark!- tis the trumpetg the call of the brave The death song of tyrants, the dirge of the slave. Our country lies bleeding-haste, haste to her aid One arm that defends it is worth hosts that invade In death s kindly bosom our last hope remains- The dead fear no tyrants,--the grave has no chains. On on to the combat' the heroes that bleed - For virtue and mankind are heroes indeed. And oh ev n if Freedom from THIS world be driven Despair not at least we shall jind her in heaven. Linked closely to the -name of Moore are those of Byron Scott Campbell and Rogers. All were contemporaries and Moore was held in the greatest esteem by them, accounting to some extent for the tremendous popularity which he enjoyed during his entire life. As a constant associate of these and of other powerful men Moore was received as one of the foremost SZ l73l I Ill zllllll fllli L n lllllllll!-2 gllls X alllllllllllll- 1 I 2 g : 2 illlllllflllls Y ,. i Y Y Y Y Y 2 7 T Y JI I glwlg E- -: llllllllllllllll

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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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nf? llllllllllllllu Elllg f15 r Ill- gllllllg m m Ellli Q Ill ' gy .. . . . . . c . , . . . Y . Y . . . . . n ' 7 1 . , N . Y Y Y . . .. . . 7 Y . . . ' 0 1 lllll Illllllll' gl critics and authors of his day Literature since the time of this group of great writers has failed to enjoy a more noteworthy epoch so that the world of thought contlnues to revert to them for much of the inspiration which it needs The glamor the romance and above all the passion of Moore s works place him in a unique pos1t1on in the history of Songs of Poems and of Drama which well merit close readlng and study A Moore, as Edmund Gosse says, possessed an easy Muse which conquered the towng and into an age which was characteristic for its frigid reiiection, he brought the fervor of his Irish heart and the liquid numbers of his Irish tongue. There is little ques- tion of the part which the writings of Moore have played in the hearts of his countrymen, and, no doubt, will continue to play and thus fulfill the words of one of Moore's greatest admirers, the American poet, Oliver Wendell Holmeszi The land where the staj of St. Patrick was planted, Where the Shamrock grows green from the elif' to the shore The land of fair maidens and heroes undaunted, Shall wreathe her bright heart with the garlands of Moore. Ecce, Ancilla Dovnini josEPH G. GOTWALT The Virgin pure with loveiinflarned q Thus prayed to God -Thy will be done And lo -The Spirit breathed in her The King of Kings-God s rnortal Son 7 guuuuuu: I Zi A gllli 4 :nn Elllllli llllll SEER? . . ' x.f ' ll74l