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浮游云中 更新:2021-02-21 16:36 字数:9322
consciousness of sins and shortcomings we stretch out longing welcoming
hands to our grey brethren with their inheritance of faithfulness and
steadfastness under persecution; and their many gifts and graces; and we
cry; in the words of the Song of Songs which is Solomon's: 〃O my dove;
that art in the clefts of the rock; in the secret places of the stairs; let me see
thy countenance; let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice; and thy
countenance is comely。〃 〃Rise up; my love; my fair one; and come away。
For lo; the winter is past; the rain is over and gone。〃
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A Song of Low Degree
LORD; I am small; and yet so great; The whole world stands to my
estate; And in Thine Image I create。 The sea is mine; and the broad sky Is
mine in its immensity: The river and the river's gold; The earth's hid
treasures manifold; The love of creatures small and great; Save where I
reap a precious hate; The noon…tide sun with hot caress; The night with
quiet loneliness; The wind that bends the pliant trees; The whisper of the
summer breeze; The kiss of snow and rain; the star That shines a greeting
from afar; All; all are mine; and yet so small Am I; that lo; I needs must
call; Great King; upon the Babe in Thee; And crave that Thou would'st
give to me The grace of Thy humility。
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A German Christmas Eve
IT was intensely cold; Father Rhine was frozen over; so he may speak
for it; and for days we had lived to the merry jangle and clang of
innumerable sleigh bells; in a white and frost…bound world。 As I passed
through the streets; crowded with stolidly admiring peasants from the
villages round; I caught the dear remembered 'Gruss Gott!' and 'All' Heil!'
of the countryside; which town life quickly stamps out along with many
other gentle observances。
〃Gelobt sei Jesu Christ!〃 cried little Sister Hilarius; coming on me
suddenly at a corner; her round face aglow with the sharp air; her arms
filled with queer…shaped bundles。 She begs for her sick poor as she goes
along … meat here; some bread there; a bottle of good red wine: I fancy
few refuse her。 She nursed me once; the good little sister; with unceasing
care and devotion; and all the dignity of a scant five feet。 〃Ach; Du
lieber Gott; such gifts!〃 she added; with a radiant smile; and vanished up a
dirty stairway。
In the Quergasse a jay fell dead at my feet … one of the many birds
which perished thus … he had flown townwards too late。 Up at the
Jagdschloss the wild creatures; crying a common truce of hunger; trooped
each day to the clearing by the Jager's cottage for the food spread for them。
The great tusked boar of the Taunus with his brother of Westphalia; the
timid roe deer with her scarcely braver mate; foxes; hares; rabbits;
feathered game; and tiny songbirds of the woods; gathered fearlessly
together and fed at the hand of their common enemy … a millennial banquet
truly。
The market…place was crowded; and there were Christmas trees
everywhere; crying aloud in bushy nakedness for their rightful fruit。 The
old peasant women; rolled in shawls; with large handkerchiefs tied over
their caps; warmed their numb and withered hands over little braziers
while they guarded the gaily decked treasure…laden booths; from whose
pent…roofs Father Winter had hung a fringe of glittering icicles。
Many of the stalls were entirely given over to Christmas…tree
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splendours。 Long trails of gold and silver ENGELSHAAR; piles of
candles … red; yellow; blue; green; violet; and white … a rainbow of the
Christian virtues and the Church's Year; boxes of frost and snow; festoons
of coloured beads; fishes with gleaming scales; glass…winged birds; Santa
Klaus in frost…bedecked mantle and scarlet cap; angels with trumpets set to
their waxen lips; and everywhere and above all the image of the Holy
Child。 Sometimes it was the tiny waxen Bambino; in its pathetic
helplessness; sometimes the Babe Miraculous; standing with outstretched
arms awaiting the world's embrace … Mary's Son; held up in loving hands
to bless; or the Heavenly Child…King with crown and lily sceptre; borne
high by Joseph; that gentle; faithful servitor。 It was the festival of
Bethlehem; feast of never…ending keeping; which has its crowning
splendour on Christmas Day。
A Sister passed with a fat; rosy little girl in either hand; they were
chattering merrily of the gift they were to buy for the dear Christkind; the
gift which Sister said He would send some ragged child to receive for Him。
They came back to the poor booth close to where I was standing。 It was
piled with warm garments; and after much consultation a little white vest
was chosen … the elder child rejected pink; she knew the Christkind would
like white best … then they trotted off down a narrow turning to the church;
and I followed。
The Creche stood without the chancel; between the High Altar and that
of Our Lady of Sorrows。 It was very simple。 A blue paper background
spangled with stars; a roughly thatched roof supported on four rude posts;
at the back; ox and ass lying among the straw with which the ground was
strewn。 The figures were life…size; of carved and painted wood: Joseph;
tall and dignified; stood as guardian; leaning on his staff; Mary knelt with
hands slightly uplifted in loving adoration; and the Babe lay in front on a
truss of straw disposed as a halo。 It was the World's Child; and the
position emphasised it。 Two or three hard…featured peasants knelt telling
their beads; and a group of children with round; blue eyes and stiff; flaxen
pigtails; had gathered in front; and were pointing and softly whispering。
My little friends trotted up; crossed themselves; it was evidently the little
one's first visit。
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〃Guck! guck mal an;〃 she cried; clapping her fat gloved hands; 〃sieh
mal an das Wickelkind!〃
〃Dass ist unser Jesu;〃 said the elder; and the little one echoed 〃Unser
Jesu; unser Jesu!〃
Then the vest was brought out and shown … why not; it was the
Christchild's own? … and the pair trotted away again followed by the bright;
patient Sister。 Presently everyone clattered out; and I was left alone at
the crib of Bethlehem; the gate of the Kingdom of Heaven。
It was my family; my only family; but like the ever…widening circle on
the surface of a lake into which a stone has been flung; here; from this
great centre; spread the wonderful ever…widening relationship … the real
brotherhood of the world。 It is at the Crib that everything has its
beginning; not at the Cross; and it is only as little children that we can
enter into the Kingdom of Heaven。
When I went out again into the streets it was nearly dark。 Anxious
mothers hurried past on late; mysterious errands; papas who were not
wanted until the last moment chatted gaily to each other at street corners;
and exchanged recollections; maidservants hastened from shop to shop
with large baskets already heavily laden; and the children were
everywhere; important with secrets; comfortably secure in the knowledge
of a tree behind the parlour doors; and a kindly; generous Saint who knew
all their wants; and needed no rod THIS year。
One little lad; with