A Cry from Purgatory
Have pity on me, you at least, my friends!
No, not with death true love, true pity ends.
Your prayers can still assist me on my way.
Take pity on me, O dear friends, and pray.
A thought from St. Augustine
OUR hearts were made for Thee, O Lord!
And restless must they be
Until — O Lord, this grace accord!
Until they rest in Thee.
In the Evening
Another day is ended;
How many more to live?
Alas, too many wasted!
My God, forgive, forgive.
To my Angel
Good night, my Guardian Angel!
The day has sped away;
Well spent or ill, its story
Is written down for aye.
And now, of God's kind providence
Thou image pure and bright!
Watch o'er me while sleeping —
My Angel dear, good night!
Lead, Kindly Light
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home.
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene — one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
