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ParasceveAuthor(s): Jessica PowersSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 78, No. 920 (Feb., 1950), p. 89Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20516124 .

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ROBERT BELLARMINE

the walls and battlements remain standing. And so, too, men who

preach without fervour and charity may, indeed, deafen the ears of

their audience with a great clamour of words, but they will never

overthrow the devil's fortifications in their hearts. And, similarly, wisdom without charity is profitless. 'If I should have all

knowledge,' says St. Paul, "and have not charity, I am nothing.' Who is there in this illustrious home of learning who does not think

daily, as he goes to the schools of law, medicine, philosophy or

theology, how best he can progress in his particular subject, and win

at last his doctor's cape. The School of Christ, dear brethren, is the

School of Charity. On the last day when the great general examina

tion takes place, there will be no question at all on the text of

Aristotle, the aphorisms of Hippocrates, or the paragraphs of

Justinian. Charity will fill the whole syllabus."

PARASCEVE Life has become for me a Parasceve.

To the earth's wood and to my own harsh being The Christ has nailed Himself to hang and grieve.

A tragedy has tossed its purple veil

On all save the last uplands, an unseeing Like to the evening when the west goes pale.

Christ is a woe to me in His distress

And when He dies His lamentable death

He fills the world with Mary's loneliness.

The hills incline with reverential sadness, And prostrate lie the valley lands beneath.

O far and far shines the eternal gladness....

Yet even here, in gravities of sorrow,

My soul rehearses underneath its breath The jubilant Alleluias of tomorrow.

Jessica Powbm 89

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