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Show 1 THE CONTENT. By .Kathleen Monica Nicholson. There stands in the midst of a busy street Where throngs pass ud and down, The low gray walls of a still retreat. N , 'Mid the city's turmoil and dust and heat A song in the noisy town. A song that rises, by night and day From the restless city's heart. Are the quiet lives that the walls so gray Shut in from the fret of the world away, That have chosen "the betr.er part." Stalk in its shadow dim forms of sin, Dark souls in the battle's strifo, That night and day, in the world'g deep din Like figured warp, weave out and in Bark blots in the woof of life. Though ever against its low walls gray . The tides of human strife- . Beat with their fury, no fleck of spray-Over spray-Over or under. its .walls may stray. -From the sea of common life. In moonlight 'waves, as an angel bright Guarding the city dim, -It rises from earth with a lustre white, Sounding the songs that an angel might In a low, perpetual hymn. ' ' . ,'; " ' Ave Maria. . - l |
