Sheehan Patrick Augustine
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For I do hate thee, O thou spectre Death!
Pale moonbeams flit between thy naked ribs.
There is a hollow darkness o'er thy hips,
And elfin lights gleam from unlustrous eyes,
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Swallows of Allah! unfurl your white wings,
Come to us, strangers, o'er the friendless sea,
Welcomed by Islam and its chivalry.
For bene of all your hallowed minist'rings.
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I have beheld Nature and Art at war,
For on this summer eve the thunder pealed,
Where the Pilatus threat'ning raised his steeled
And crested helmet o'er the smoking bar,
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Yestereen I stood beside the level seas
The soft wind fanned the hair upon my brow,
The soft waves lapped and curled against my knees,
And the prophetic sea-voice said, Be thou
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I put my trembling bird with down-drooped wing
Within a golden cage that hung before
The Muse's temple; closed the clanging door,
And stept aside, silent and wondering
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The dying sun had sucked his last red beam
From the drunk vine, whose long,
dishevelled tress
Leaned as in maudlin madness to caress
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O stately river winding to the sea,
Deep-bayed and solemn for the centuries,
That gaze upon thee with their dreaming eyes
From shattered keep and empty hostelry;
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A lonely whitewashed cottage
Under a sandy cliff;
I, a child, and my cradle
The thwarts of the fisher's skiff.
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Hither God brought His rebel seas to try
How high His wrath could lash them, unrelieved
By sinking spaces or by low'ring sky;
And they, by loftiest altitudes deceived,
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Sheehan Patrick Augustine Biography
Born 17 March 1852 at Mallow, Co. Cork, Ireland. Educated at St Colman's College, Fermoy, Co. Cork and at Maynooth College. Ordained to the priesthood in 1875, he ministered in Plymouth and Exeter in England, and at Mallow, Queenstown and Doneraile, Co. COrk.)
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Christus Consolator
I know Thee, Alpha and Omega! the beginning and the end! I know Thee, the answer to every riddle, the key to every mystery, the term of all human knowledge, the beacon of all human hope, the fulfilling of all human desire. Thou that speakest, and all men should hear, art yet heard only in the silences and the midnight, when Thy whispers break on the bruised heart; and the thunders of Thy voice, ruling the rebellious spheres, break down into faint ripples of sound that wash on the sandy shores of deserted and desolate souls. Thou art the term of all philosophy, for Thou art the Wisdom and the Word; Thou art the end of charity, for from Thee is the spirit of love breathed; nor is there any vindication of the daring flights of faith, except that Thou art everywhere, and wherever the reason shoots its inquisitive rays, or the imagination poises its wings, they must needs touch Thee — the Immense — the Infinite! The finger of science is guided by Thy hand; and it is Thy hand that glides over the glowing canvas, and touches the ivory keys. It is 'Thou who makest eloquent the dumb of speech, and makest fertile the barren of mind, weaving out of the stammering of sucklings praises that rival the melodies of Thy thrones, and out of the babbling of human speech, adoration that makes envious the courts of Thy heaven. No mind can contemplate heaven without Thee, for Thou art heaven; and earth without Thy presence were a valley of desolation, a pit and slough of despair. The sun shines wherever Thou art; where Thou art not, are clouds and darkness, and the violence of tempests. And the magic of Thy name, and the burning of Thy words, and the strength of Thy example did not die with Thee on Calvary (though Thy Calvary too, to human eyes, spoke dismal failure) , but down along the hoary centuries
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