Quebec, 1942 There is a glorious legend Of the times now passed away, Of the the times when faith was brighter Than it is in this our day― When the hearts of men were keener, For the things that are above― For the glory of their Master And the Mother of his Love. A darksome cloud had risen O'er the sweet and smiling earth, And it fell upon the patriarch And the infant at its birth: Continue Reading from the Original Book |
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