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Show POPE WRITES POEM ON 93RD BIRTHDAY NEW YWtK. March IS. As part of his own contribution to the recent celebration cele-bration of his 9'rd birthday and the twenty-fifth anniversary of his election a Pope. Leo XIII. wrote a Latin poem which has been translated for the current cur-rent number of the Independent. The translation follows: LEO'S LAST PRAYER. lo. nw sets thy sun; pale is Its dying rsy; HUck n.ght succeeds thy day. Black night for thee: waited thy frame; life's flood sustains No more thy shrunken veins. Death casts h! fatal dart; robed for the grave thy bones Lie under the cold stones. But my freed soul escapes her chains, a.nd longs In flight To reach the realms of light. That is the gor.l she seeks; thither her Journey bid?. Grant, Lord, my anxious prayers. That with the citizens of heaven, God's face and light May ever thrill my sight. That I may see thy face, heaven's queen, whose mother love Has brought me home above. To Thee, saved through the tangles of a perilous way. I lift my grateful lay. |