You seem to keep your piety shut up all the week in your bare , white churches , and only let it out on Sundays , just a trifle musty with disuse . You set your rich , warm and soft to the fore , and leave the poor shivering at the door . You give your people bare walls to look upon , common-place music to listen to , dull sermons to put them asleep , and then wonder why they stay away , or take no interest when they come . `` We leave our doors open day and night ; our lamps are always burning , and we may come into our Father 's house at any hour . We let rich and poor kneel together , all being equal there . With us abroad you 'll see prince and peasant side by side , school-boy and bishop , market-woman and noble lady , saint and sinner , praying to the Holy Mary , whose motherly arms are open to high and low . We make our churches inviting with immortal music , pictures by the world 's great masters , and rites that are splendid symbols of the faith we hold . Call it mummery if ye like , but let me ask you why so many of your sheep stray into our fold ? It 's because they miss the warmth , the hearty , the maternal tenderness which all souls love and long for , and fail to find in your stern . Puritanical belief . By Saint Peter ! I 've seen many a lukewarm worshipper , who for years has nodded in your cushioned pews , wake and glow with something akin to genuine piety while kneeling on the stone pavement of one of our cathedrals , with Raphael 's angels before his eyes , with strains of magnificent music in his ears , and all about him , in shapes of power or beauty , the saints and martyrs who have saved the world , and whose presence inspires him to follow their divine example . It 's not complaining of ye I am , but just reminding ye that men are but children after all , and need more tempting to virtue than they do to vice , which last comes easy to 'em since the Fall . Do your best in your own ways to get the poor souls into bliss , and good luck to ye . But remember , there 's room in the Holy Mother Church for all , and when your own priests send ye to the divil , come straight to us and we 'll take ye in . '' `` A truly Catholic welcome , bull and all , '' said the sixth spirit , who , in spite of his old-fashioned garments , had a youthful face , earnest , fearless eyes , and an energetic voice that woke the echoes with its vigorous tones . `` I 've a hopeful report , brothers , for the reforms of the day are wheeling into rank and marching on . The war is n't over nor rebeldom conquered yet , but the Old Guard has been ` up and at 'em ' through the year . There has been some hard fighting , rivers of ink have flowed , and the Washington dawdlers have signalized themselves by a ` masterly inactivity . ' The political campaign has been an anxious one ; some of the leaders have deserted ; some been mustered out ; some have fallen gallantly , and as yet have received no monuments .
But at the Grand Review the Cross of the Legion of Honor will surely shine on many a brave breast that won no decoration but its virtue here ; for the world 's fanatics XXXXX heaven 's heroes , poets say .
deserted flowed get inviting make marching mustered send shivering take