December 13
"Vierge au Lys" by Eugène Delaplanche (1878)
Hymne à la Vierge
Music composed by Pierre Villette (1926-98),
words by Roland Bouhéret (1930-95),
and performed by The Vasari Singers
O toute belle, Vierge Marie,
Votre âme trouve en Dieu
Le parfait amour.
Il vous revêt du manteau de la Grâce
Comme une fiancée
Parée de ses joyaux.
Alléluia, Alléluia,
Je vais chanter ta louange, Seigneur,
Car tu as pris soin de moi,
Car tu mʼas envelopée du voile de lʼinnocence.
Vous êtes née avant les collines,
O sagesse de Dieu
Porte du Salut.
Hereux ce lui qui marche dans vos traces,
Qui apprête son coeur
A la voix de vos conseils.
Alléluia, Alléluia,
Je vais chanter ta louange, Seigneur,
Car tu mʼas faite, avant le jour,
Car tu mʼas fait précéder le jaillissement des sources.
Avant les astres
Vous étiez présente
Mère du Créateur
Au profound du ciel
Quand Dieu fixait les limites du monde
Vous partagiez con coeur
Etant à lʼoeuvre avec lui.
O toute belle Vierge Marie.
While in Quebec City, my eldest daughter and I made another pilgrimage. We visited The Musée des Ursulines, which is built on the site of the very first school ever established in what was then known as "New France".
The Ursuline Order of Roman Catholic nuns was founded in Italy in 1535, and was one known as La Compagnie de Saint-Ursule. In 1639, at the request of the Jesuit priests, three Ursulines arrived in Québec City. One of those women was the 40-year-old widowed Marie de l’Incarnation, born Marie Guyart.
Marie Guyart |
The Ursuline Order of Roman Catholic nuns was founded in Italy in 1535, and was one known as La Compagnie de Saint-Ursule. In 1639, at the request of the Jesuit priests, three Ursulines arrived in Québec City. One of those women was the 40-year-old widowed Marie de l’Incarnation, born Marie Guyart.
Marie's husband had been a silk merchant, and died when his wife was just nineteen years old, leaving her to care for her infant son, Claude. Marie was also left with a struggling business to run-- which she did until it became successful enough for her to sell, thus enabling her to return to her family home. There, she supported herself and her child with the beautiful embroidery that would later become so important in her religious and teaching career.
Guyart experienced a mystical vision on March 24, 1620, which set in motion a series of events that would completely transform her life. In 1621, she decided to enter the Ursuline monastery in Tours. This cannot have been an easy decision, as it meant leaving her young son to be raised by another family. Claude was so completely distraught by being abandoned by his mother, he attempted to storm the monastery with a band of schoolboys. It was not until many years later, when he was ordained as a Benedictine Monk, that he re-established contact with his mother, and the two were able to correspond about their spiritual and emotional trials



It was not only the French colonist families that desired their daughters to be educated by the Ursuline nuns. One of the things that I admire the most about the life and work of Marie de l’Incarnation was her acceptance of, and devotion to her many Aboriginal Canadian students. She was soon able to teach these young girls and women in the Huron, Algonkian, Montagnais, and Iroquois tongues.
When we visited the convent, chapel and final resting place of Marie de l’Incarnation, we were guided by a member of the "modern" Ursuline Order. She told us that the favourite school-room of their founding Mother was outdoors, under a particular ash tree. She would sit, and the Native children would gather around her, in the atmosphere where they felt most comfortable. The ash tree lived for many, many more years than Marie de l’Incarnation, who passed away on April 30, 1672. Once it fell, however, it was severed into many pieces, which were passed on to other churches and kept as holy relics.
As I was departing the chapel, the tiny nun approached me to say goodbye, and asked me if I was feeling better. I said that I was, and promised that I would persevere and make positive changes in my teaching career.
It was then that she pointed back towards the chair that I had been sitting in.
"That cross?" she said, in her deeply accented English. She pointed to a tiny carved detail, which was an insertion of blond wood, in contrast to the rest of the chair which was stained a much deeper colour.
1 comment:
I'm tearful now... What a special experience for you! That kind of encouragement is so good. I remember once being embraced by the Catholic Archbishop in Trinidad, who blessed me for the work I was doing. I had no idea he even knew about it, and I never expected to be thanked (he pounced on me at a funeral!) but it gave me a real lift - even though I'm not remotely Catholic :) Somehow feeling that some of our poorly paid (and unpaid) struggles might be part of a greater struggle is good, no?
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