On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung; While, through the window, frosty-starred, Against the sunset purple barred, We saw the sombre crow flap by, The hawk’s gray fleck along the sky, The crested blue-jay [...]

Continue Reading John G. Whittier – RED RIDING-HOOD POEM

I received one more phone call this morning from a polite lady who also wanted to “confirm” the story, saying “Maybe you don’t realize how big this is and how many people are talking about it.” At one point she asked what I would do if I found out one of my children was homosexual. [...]

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Seattle Catholic today links to this article by Fr. Hugh Thwaites, S.J. http://www.latin-mass-society.org/thoughts.htm: “When people forget about Original Sin, they are unaware of the chronic weakness of our intellect and wills, and of our chronic tendency to slide into error and sin. Our faith needs a frequent input of doctrinally nourishing liturgy if it is [...]

Continue Reading Thoughts On The New Rite

Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips The days, as through the sunset gates they crowd, And Summer from her golden collar slips And strays through stubble-fields and moans aloud. Save when by fits the warmer air deceives, And, stealing hopeful to some sheltered bower, She lies on pillows of the yellow leaves, And tries [...]

Continue Reading ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY – AUTUMN POEM

“Give me of your bark, O Birch-Tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-Tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, That shall float upon the river, Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily! “Lay aside [...]

Continue Reading HENRY W. LONGFELLOW – HIAWATHA’S SAILING POEM

The bluff March wind set out from home Before the peep of day, But nobody seemed to be glad he had come, And nobody asked him to stay. Yet he dried up the snow-banks far and near, And made the snow-clouds roll, Huddled up in a heap, like driven sheep, Way off to the cold [...]

Continue Reading A BUSY DAY POEM

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving. Sweet little red feet! Why should you die– Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived alone [...]

Continue Reading John Keats – THE DOVE POEM

A Waverly Concert Christmas is absolutely the best Christmas / New Year recording ever. A rare and priceless treasure, I tell you truly. Play it all year ’round, each time leaving behind modernity and all its pomps and works and ways. I think I’ve figured it out. The religion of the masses, that is. It [...]

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