The Catholic World, Vol. 20, October 1874‐March 1875

Part VI.

They Sang.

I.

The people met me at the rescued gate, On streaming in the immeasurable joy, Warriors with wounds, gray priests, old men sedate, The wife, the child, the maiden, and the boy.

Then followed others—some as from a tomb, Their face a blank, and vacant; blinded some; Some that had whitened in the dungeon’s gloom; Some, from long years of lonely si...