Lost love [poem]
Media
Part of The Cross
- Title
- Lost love [poem]
- Creator
- Queaño, Gracia C.
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1952
- Rights
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- Fulltext
- 28 THE CROSS Mechanically he took the tongs from his wife and moved toward the back door. On the threshold he stopped and stammered, "So, he got it?" "No, I killed it myself." Mr. Gil didn't move. He turned the tongs around and around. J "You see, dear, I just couldn't hove PoPo sent out of the house. He's lots of company. I feel less alone, since he's here. Besides, he's something to fuss over." Mr. Gil looked at the dead Hobo and then back at his wife. Suddenly his face creased and he began to laugh aloud. The next minute his wife was laughing too. He put his arm around her and both laughed till they had tears in their eyes. "Lily" said he, "it's just like "I always thought, a cat around the house brings good luck." LOST LOVE Gracia C. Queano The pale, vagabond moon kept its vigil On her being, frail and small, As she begged the heavens for vigor— To suffer, to toil, live on— While the winds seemed to whisper Words she feared to hear— "He's gone... gone... he's gone..." And the leaves of the trees seemed Unpityingly echo— "Never, never to return..." As a general rule people, even the wicked, are much more, naive and simple-hearted than we suppose. And we, ourselves, are too. Catholic Digest The story is told of a Russian girl who took a government examination. After it was over she feared she might have failed, and worried particularly over one question: "Whnt is the inscription on the Sarmian wall?" She had written down the answer: "Religion is the opiate of the people." So she wolked seven miles from Leningrad to the Sarrqian wall to make sure. Yes, there it was: "Religion is the opiate of the people." Folling upon her knees, she crossed herself and said, "Thank God!" Catholic Digest