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Show HER FIRST COMMUNION. (Written for the Intermountain Catholic by Margaret Scullion Westfield.) She looked like the morning, radiant and bright, But her joy was the joy of the pure and serene. Arrayed In her robes of immaculate whita Befittinz- the dress of a queen. A sunbeam fell o'er her, enhancing her beauty. Till lost in the sheen of her hair As she knelt at the altar, now conscious of duty. I wondered were angels as fair. But It was not her robes, tho' peerless they were. Nor yet her young, artless face. That made her a creature so wondrous fair "Twas her childish and innocent grace. The Ruler of Kings, the Monarch of Heaven, On whose breath the universe stands. To her guiltless young heart that day had been given By His Minister's sanctified hands. He stood at the altar her Pastor and Hi3 face beamed with pleasure untold; Her advancement in virtue the source of his pride. For he prides in the weal of his fold. In the faith of her fathers he sees her j progressing. That faith which they died for in order or-der that she Might practice Its duties, their virtues possessing In a land where religion is honored and free. Well may she linger in holy devotion Wondering still humbly how it can be That He who controls the waves of the ocean Should come to a creature as lowly as she. . Long may He quell the wild waves of passion That may surge 'round this barque now rigged for the sea Of life with its storms, delusions and fashion May she steer through its follies triumphant tri-umphant and. free. Grand Junction, Colo., July 1. |