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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of The Same Revered Nun...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Memoriam. <br>Grief reigns now within the convent walls,<br>And sadly float through its silent halls<br>The notes of a requiem—solemn, clear,<br>Falling like wail on each listening ear,<br>And with tearful eyes and features pale,<br>With low bowed head and close drawn veil,<br>To the convent church, round a bier to kneel,<br>The daughters of Marguerite Bourgeoys steal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scant is the mourning pomp displayed,<br>Nor plumes nor hangings of gloomy shade,<br>But rev’rend prelates and priests are there,<br>With crowds of mourners joining in prayer;<br>Each sister’s heart is filled with grief,<br>To which faith alone can bring relief,<br>Deploring the loss of that sainted nun,<br>Friend, mother and abbess, all in one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet why should sorrow fill thus each breast?<br>That well loved one has entered her rest,<br>To live in eternal, cloudless light,<br>To live in our memories, blessed and bright;<br>Her chair may be vacant—her place unfilled—<br>But her mission high was all fulfilled.<br>And the thought of how well she did her part<br>Will ever dwell in each sister’s heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixty-one years passed in convent home,<br>Amassing wealth for a world to come,<br>Sixty-one years of constant prayer,<br>Of cloister duties fulfilled with care,<br>Of gentle aid to each sister dear,<br>Kind tender counsel—sympathy’s tear,<br>Of high commune with her Maker, known<br>Perchance to herself and to God alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixty-one years, oh! think of it well,<br>Since first she entered the convent cell!<br>On her cheek youth’s soft and roseate dyes,<br>Its radiant light in her cloudless eyes,<br>Turning from earth’s alluring wiles,<br>From worldly promptings, from pleasure’s smiles,<br>From love’s soft pleading look and tone,<br>To give herself unto God alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since then she has witnessed many a change,<br>In the world around her, startling, strange;<br>Her much loved Order growing in strength<br>Throughout America’s breadth and length;<br>Our young city stretching far and wide,<br>Till it reaches Mount Royal’s verdant side,<br>Where, fair as an Eden, through leafy screen,<br>Villa Maria is dimly seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Timeworn foreheads and brows of snow<br>Has the one we mourn seen in dust laid low;<br>Fair girlish novice and nun professed,<br>Quietly gathered to earth’s dark breast;<br>But with thoughts on heaven, she, through all,<br>Patiently waited her Father’s call,<br>It came, and now she lays gladly down<br>Her long borne cross to take up her crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Grief reigns now within the convent walls,
And sadly float through its silent halls
The notes of a requiem—solemn, clear,
Falling like wail on each listening ear,
And with tearful eyes and features pale,
With low bowed head and clo..."></div>
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