Our Lady of Lourdes

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    Our Lady of LourdesSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 37, No. 428 (Feb., 1909), pp. 72-73Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20502562 .Accessed: 15/06/2014 00:22

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    OUR LADY OF LOURDES

    [The Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes will be celebrated for the first time: on the eleventh day of this month of February, the date of her first ap parition to Bernadette Soubirous in the year I858. Therefore into this February Number of our Magazine we presume to transfer the English version of the French hymn sung in some of the processions at Lourdes It forms the conclusion of a beautiful book about Lourdes by Daniel

    Barbe, published by Bums and Oates, who have neglected to mark the date of publication; but the book has been in print for several years. We owe the translation of the book, and we may suppose also of these verses to the very skilful pen of Alice Meynell, herself a poet of exquisite re finement.]

    THE hour had come for evening prayer; The A ngeius chimed on the chilling air. A hidden 'Angel walked and met The unwitting steps of Bernadette. Across the mountain stream she hied. A wind in the valley rose and died; Sudden it shook her, sudden it fell. She saw the Virgin on Massabielle. She saw the tender and gentle face Crowned with a light that filled the place. It was the Mother of God who smiled

    Like her own mother on the child. Clad in white was the Lady chaste, A ribbon of Heaven around her waist. Two open roses, yellow and sweet, Lay upon her naked feet. Between her hands, and folded there, The beads her people use for prayer. The child prayed fast; then from her eyes The vision passed to Paradise. In her poor home the girl abode,

    But daily pressed on the self-same road. " 0 Lady, Lady, what do you seek ?

    Then came the time for her to speak. " Come fifteen times to this mountain cave. Thou shalt be glad after the grasve." And day by day did the people press After the feet zf the shepherdess; And on her face they marked with awe The brightness of the things she saw.

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  • OUR LADY OF LOURDES 73

    She saw that bent was the Lady's head. " Madam, why are you sad ? " she said.

    The Lady answered, " Pray, my child, Entreat for the unreconciled. I call upon the multitude

    To walk, and pray, and bear the rood. I will have here a holy shrine,

    And the dedication shall be mine." Then twice the morning dawned, but not The light, the vision, in the grot. Oh, Mother, and did'st thou not know Thy little girl was troubled so ? Nought was the trouble when once more The Lady stood by the torrent shore. " Madam, I am to ask a sign.

    There is no flower on the eglantine: We pray you make a rose out-break For our poor faith's and your mercy's sake. " Drink of the spring," the Virgin said.

    The child went down to the river-bed. "Nay, here is the spring of my command;"

    And a spring leapt under the little hand. " I am to ask you to tell your name,

    That we may be certain whence you came. fhree times over this prayer was said;

    And the fourth time it was answered. 'Twas the name that is sung at Heaven's gate " I am called and conceived Immaculate." See, Mother, thy people have done thy will: There is a church on the southern hill; These thirty years, and from age to age, Thy children are coming on pilgrimage. The waters fail not, nor their feet They drink, they are healed, they praise thee, Sweet Hither the distant nation wins; France weeps here upon her sins. The sick, the mourner, the forgiven, Come to Lourdes on their way to Heaven.

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    Article Contentsp. 72p. 73

    Issue Table of ContentsThe Irish Monthly, Vol. 37, No. 428 (Feb., 1909), pp. 61-120The Venerable Oliver Plunkett: Bishop and Martyr [pp. 61-71]Rondel [p. 71-71]Our Lady of Lourdes [pp. 72-73]The Cure's Matchmaking [pp. 74-83]The Exiled Nun [pp. 83-84]Nova Scotia and the Acadians: A Visit to Nova Scotia [pp. 85-97]A Day in the House of God [pp. 97-99]Amen Corner. XV: The Good Happy on Earth: A Second View of the Subject [pp. 100-105]The Saggart Horn [p. 105-105]Review: Some New Books [pp. 106-110]Erin Aroon: A Temperance Song [p. 111-111]In Memoriam: Robert Michael Sillard [pp. 112-114]Borrowed Plumes [pp. 114-119]The Ballade of the Shortest Day [p. 119-119]Good Things Well Said [p. 120-120]

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