TO ST. JOSEPHBy Charles L. O’Donnell, C.S.C. St. Joseph, when the day was doneAnd all your work put by,You saw the stars come out one by oneOut in the violet sky. You did not know the stars by name,But there sat at your kneeOne who had made the light and flameAnd all things bright that be. You heard with Him birds in the treeTwitter “Good-night” o’erhead—The Maker of the world must seeHis little ones to bed. Then when the darkness... Read more