May 5, 1939 THE COMMONWEAL 4I to the house for a length of raw hide with which to repair it, I noticed a duster of those tiny roots turned up by the plough and used one of them instead. It not...
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Hymn for Tuesday at Lauds {From the Latin of Prudcntius) The barnyard herald of bright day returning With lifted wings sends forth his ragged call, And Christ, the Day Star of the...
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The Commonweal September 3, 1937 435 Vocation You have not stood on summits high above In face of rugged winds all day, all night— But how they have pursued you, O my...
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Via Crucis: Ninth Station Beneath the burden of this splintered tree I, too, have fallen where sharp heights begin, Wine-red the shadow that withholds from me Peace that the turtle's nest...
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