Long they suffered here below, Outward fightings, inward fears; Ate the cheerless bread of woe,-- Drank the bitter wine of tears:-- Now receive and love them! By Thy holy Saints' departures, By the witness of Thy martyrs, Spread Thy wings above them. On the souls in gloom who sit, _Lux eterna luceat_! Lord, remember that they wept, When Thy children would divide; Lord, remember that they slept On the bosom of Thy Bride; And receive and love them! By the tears Thou couldst not smother; By the love of Thy dear Mother, Spread Thy wings above them. To their souls, in bliss with Thee, _Dona pacem, Domini_! Grant our prayers, and bid them pray, O thou Flower of Jesse's stem; Lend a gracious ear when they, Plead for us, as we for them. _Deus Angelorum_, _Dona eis requiem_, _Et beatitudinem_. _Cordibus eorum_ _Jesu, qui salutam das_ _Micat lumen animas_! --_Acolytus_. ALL SOULS' DAY [1] [Footnote 1: New York _Tablet_, Nov. 12, 1864.] MRS. J. SADLIER. Nothing in the whole grand scheme of Religion is more beautiful than the tender care of the Church over her departed children. Not content with providing for their spiritual wants during their lives, and sending them into eternity armed with and strengthened by the last solemn Sacraments, blessing their departure from, as she blessed their entrance into, this world, her maternal solicitude follows them beyond the grave, and penetrates to the dreary prison in the Middle State where, happily, they may be, as the Apostle says, "cleansed so as by fire." With the tender compassion of a fond mother, the Church, _our_ mother, yearns over the sufferings of her children, all the dearer to her because they suffer in the Lord, and by His holy will.