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Lent (A Few Words for Wednesday)

Lent (A Few Words for Wednesday)

Last updated on: January 24, 2017 at 6:28 pm by Frank Weathers

Lent (A Few Words for Wednesday) 2017-01-24T18:28:16-05:00 Frank Weathers

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Lent,

by Fr. Frederick William Faber,

Oratory of St.Philip Neri

Yes! I have walked the world these two months

past With quick free step, loud voice, and youth’s light

cheer; And dull and weary were the shadows cast

From the dark Cross and Lent’s dim portals near.

Yes! I rode up with such a noisy state

And retinue of all things bright and fair,

And reached in this new pilgrim guise the gate,

As though my dreams might have free passage there.

Dreams of far travel, visionary love,

Hopes, memories, sweet songs, and sunny faces,

Cheering each other on, with me did move

Some way on Lent’s keen roads and desert places.

And many a pilgrim wending o’er the plain,

With face half-veiled and tear-drops flowing fast,

Marvelled perchance at that unsightly train,

When I and my strange servitors rode past.

But every stone that lay along the way,

Wounding the feet of those who travelled by,

Each sleety shower, chill blast, and cloudy day,

Scattered my poor soft-living company.

Thus as my spirit more and more drank in

The deep mysterious dimness of the time,

Old forms waxed pale, and lines and shapes of sin

Wore hardly off, and my baptismal prime

Grew into colour and distinctness’ there; —

But my blythe train and equipage were gone,

The songs and sunny smiles; my heart was bare,

With Lent all darkening round me, and alone.

O joy of all our joys! to be bereft

Of our false power to make the world so dear!

O joy of all our joys! to be thus left

In our wild years, with none but Jesus near!

How sweetly then shall Lent’s few Sundays shock

The sadness which itself hath now grown sweet,

Like the soft striking of an old church-clock,

Making the heart of summer midnight beat.

How sweetly now shall this most holy gloom

Gather and double on my chastened heart,

Circling with dark bright folds the Garden-Tomb,

Where Lent and I, like Christian friends, shall part.

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