TH.E VIATORlAN. F'~C
VOL .. XIV.
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MARCH, 1897.
NO.6
A SILVER JUBILEE . TO REV. M. LETELLIER ST. JUST.
A gray-hai.red priest still toils along The rough and thorny路 way, 'Mid woes and tears and ribald song, He ,w orks both night and day; Reproving, pleading, aiding when Occasion does demand, He draws the soul from vice's den, And teaches God's command.
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For fi :e and twenty years he's toiled In northern climes and snows; How oft man's enemies he's foiled 'Tis God alone that knows. He ne'er has sought for earthly rest, Through health both good and ill When e'er his Master thought it best He toiled but harder still. The sturdy woodmen know his smile, And wait his coming, too; Their axes put aside the while He speaks in friendship true. The miners brush their darkened brows And haste his hand to grasp, The love that ma,kes their faces glow Beyond the grave will last.
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Nor do the sturdy sons of toil Al~ne revere his name, For others, far from strife's turmoil, Young students seeking fame, Behold in him indeed a friend, And ask on bended knee T'hat God to him may blessings send On this, his jubilee. And surely He will hear their prayer With blessings rare and choice, For glorious saints and angels fair Must on this day rejoice. Their King's ambas路s ador has passed His years in works of love, A crown he claims where saints are classed, In heavenly realms above. - J.H.N.
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