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A RoseAuthor(s): John FitzpatrickSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 26, No. 306 (Dec., 1898), p. 646Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499366 .
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646 The Irish Monthly.
in the controvery, but bhe takes care to sho A us that Laura is not a well-equipped champion of the opposite view.
" Look," he says, "at the root of it. Is the world under sin and has God died for it? . . . . But if a God died and must die cruelly, hideously, at the hands of his creatures-to satisfy eternal justice, what must that sin be that demands the crucifixion ?
Is any chastisement too heavy, and restraint too harsh, if it keep us from the sin for which our Lord must die? . . All these mortifications, and penances, and self-denials that you hate so, that make the saints so odious in your eyes, spring from two great facts-Sin and the Crucifixion. But, Laura, are they true ? " Could a Catholic put it more strongly ? Are they true ? Are they less true now than when Good died for us? Have men ceased to sin ? And are prayers, and penances, and self-renunciation no longer needful?
CiARLLEs T. WATERS.
A ROSE.
WMITI dews of grace besprent a rose-bud grew, And vowed herself to heaven; and days benign
Wooed her with summer, winning line on line, Her secret beauty to her Spouse's view. Ah, Rose, my sister! that red hope was you
Your sun, the light and heat of Love Divine; And now to Him, to Whom you did assign
The bursting bloom, the full-blown flower is due.
By any other namie you were as sweet;
But now, your maiden meaning to disclose, One word, meseems, is more than ever meet, For that, until its latest moment blows, Your life is rooted in that green retreat, The cloistered garden of the Mystic Rose.
Jou& FITZPATRICK, O.M.I.
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