« He hath' given His Angels charge over thee to keep in all thy ways.-Ps. xc. To my Guardian Angel. MORNING. GUARDIAN Angel, thou hast kept Curb thou my tongue and thoughts within Glory, Jesu Christ, to Thee, And Holy Ghost, eternal Three. Amen. EVENING. HOLY guardin Angel keep Watch around me while I sleep; Pour the light, of love divine That I may rise at break of day Glory to the Father be, Glory Jesu Christ, to Thee. And Holy Ghost, eternal Three. Amen. How much reverence ought this word to induce in thee; how much devotion bring along with it: how much confidence bestow! Reverence for the presence; devotion for the benevolence; confidence for the guardianship. In every inn, in every corner, reverence thine Angel. »-- ST. BERNARD. A Hymn for Little Children. ON THE INFANCY OF JESUS. JESUS, Thou wert meek and mild, In a manger Thou wert born; Once in Nazareth's humble cot And while summers rolled on Torough of high heaven and earth the heir. And as on each year doth flow, Never from Thy steps to stray; I may love and serve Thee too, Glory to the Father be, Glory Jesu Christ to Thee, And Holy Ghost, Eternal Three ! Amen! << From His earliest infancy, the blessed Jesus began to carry His cross, in order to teach us that no period of live is without its crosses. 'Follow Me, sait He; ' carry your cross after Me. 'Keep your eyes fixed on your divine pattern, and you will soon attain to the height of perfection, and, in the end, to everlasting felicity.» - NOUET. « Suffer the Little Children to come unto Me » I think when I read that sweet story of old, How he called little children, like lambs to his fold. 1 should like to have been with Him then. How I wish that His hands had been laid on my head, And my arms had been thrown round His knee, And that I might have seen His kind looks when He said. Let the little ones come unto Me. » Yet still to His foot stool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share of His love; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For they say he still dwells in that sweet holy place, And an infant may worship him there. w Home. Oh how I love you, father dear! I love my mother too : Sisters and brothers, each in turn, A scene where sorrow enters not, |