"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."

Dearest Lord, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve You as You deserve; to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labor and not to ask for reward save that of knowing I am doing Your Will. Through Christ Our Lord, Amen.

He that is down needs fear no fall, he that is low, no pride; he that is humble ever shall have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have, little be it or much: and, Lord, contentment still I crave, because Thou saves such. Fullness to such a burden is that go on pilgrimage: here little, and hereafter bliss, is best from age to age.

Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things I'll give you Will you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you Little boys sing. Oh, and sweet girls Festoon you with may. Time, you old gypsy man, Why hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paul's dome; Under Paul's dial You tighten your reign- Only a moment, And off once again; Off to some city Now blind in the womb, Off to another Ere that's in the tomb. Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?

Norman Kings (1066) William the Conqueror long did reign; William, his son, by an arrow was slain; Henry the First was a scholar bright; Stephen was king without any right. Plantagenet Henry the Second, Plantagenet's scion; Richard the First was as brave as a lion; John, though a tyrant, the Charter signed; Henry the Third had a weakly mind. Edward the First conquered Cambria dales; Edward the Second was born Prince of Wales; Edward the Third humbled France in its pride; Richard the Second in prison died. House of Lancaster Henry the Fourth for himself took the crown; Henry the Fifth pulled the French king down; Henry the Sixth lost his father's gains. House of Tudor Edward of York laid hold of the reins; Edward the Fifth was killed with his brother; Richard the Third soon made way for another. Henry the Seventh was frugal of means; Henry the Eighth had a great many queens. Edward the Sixth reformation began; Then Queen Mary prevented the plan. Wise and profound were Elizabeth's aims. Stuart Line England and Scotland were joined by King James. Charles found the people a cruel corrector; Oliver Cromwell was called Lord Protector; Charles the Second was hid in an oak, James the Second was for Catholic folk; William and Mary were offered the throne, Anne succeeded and reigned alone. Hanovarian George the First from Hanover came; George the Second kept up the name; George the Third was loved in the land, George the Fourth was pompus and grand; William the Fourth had no heir of his own, So Queen Victoria ascended the Throne. When good Queen Victoria's long reign was o'er Edward the Seventh the English crown wore. George the Fifth kept a strict moral tone; Edward VIII relinquished the throne; George VI through the war years was king; Of Elizabeth II her praises we sing, All of her subjects declaring, "God Save the Queen!"

I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, To search Europe through, from Byzantium to Spain; But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you tire, So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar. Your knight for his lady picks forth in career, And is brought home at even-song prick'd through with a spear; I confess him in haste- for his lady desires No comfort on earth save the Barefooted Friar's. Your monarch?- Pshaw! many a prince has been known To barter his robes for our cowl and our gown, But which of us e'er felt the idle desire To exchange for a crown the grey hood of a Friar! The Friar has walk'd out, and where'er he has gone, The land and it's fatness is mark'd for his own; He can roam where he lists, he can stops when he tires, For every man's house is the Barefooted Friar's. He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire, Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar. He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot, They broach the brown ale, and they fill the black pot, And the goodwife would wish the goodman in the mire, Ere he lack'd a soft pillow, the Barefooted Friar. Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope, The dread of the devil and the trust of the Pope; For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar, Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.

Part On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by            To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below,            The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river            Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers            The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd            Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land,            The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly,            Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy            Lady of Shalott." Part There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay            To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she,            The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near            Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls,            Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,            Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,            The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights            And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half-sick of shadows," said            The Lady of Shalott. Part A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves            Of bold Sir Lancelot. A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,            Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle-bells rang merrily            As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,            Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,            As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,            Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,            As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river            Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,            She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried            The Lady of Shalott. Part In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining            Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote            The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse – Like some bold seër in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance – With a glassy countenance            Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,            The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right – The leaves upon her falling light – Thro' the noises of the night            She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song,            The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly,            Turn'd to tower'd Camelot; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died The Lady of Shallot. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shallot. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot But Lancelot mused a little space, He said, "She has a lovely face, God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shallot."

PATER noster, qui es in cœlis; sanctificatur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris: et ne nos inducas in tentationem: sed libera nos a malo.

"Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel." Isaiah : "She will bring forth a son, and you will call his name JESUS, for he will save his people from their sins." Matthew : "Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a Son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which means, God with us." Matthew : "And his disciples remembered that it was written, the zeal of your house has consumed me." John :

All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,

In the beginning was was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Benedíc Dómine nos et haec tua dona quae de tua largitate sumus sumpturi. Per Christum Dóminum Nostrum. Amen.