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1911 · PDF PAGE 56

Hail Mary

…oes, And prostrate casts his aching diadem Before Thy shrine, O mild and mystic Rose ! Him all the stars and all the sky begem, For Thou art all the radiance of them. The lean scourged body and the tortured brain Glow with the light of Thy celestial rain. Thou art the secret of the pure keen pleasure Whose fountain springs from the abyss of pain. Thee do we praise in many a merry measure Who art of GOD most high the single treasure. He hath ten jewels in His holy House ; All these be mystic, clear and luminous ; But only Thou art worthy of the …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 12

Hail Mary

AMPHORA III E praise thee, blessed maid of GOD, That art the spirit in the sod. Thou art the bird within the bower, And Thou the honey in the flower ! Thou art the moon in Egypt’s night ; The shade from Afric’s blasting light ! In all the world of ill we bow To the one good, and that is Thou. For blazing in Thy blessed womb Glitters the CHRIST, a star of doom To cast the stars of evil kings Into the blind abyss of things. Hail, Mary, hail ! Thou didst conceive The Holy Child whom we believe. Draw Thou our loyal spirits hence In rapture and in r…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 59

Hail Mary

AMPHORA VIII In Time of Drought HEN drought of summer parches up Earth’s beatific bowers, O pour from Thy crystalline cup Ambrosial showers ! We wander shelterless athirst Throughout the wilderness, And Thou our pilgrimage accurst Alone canst bless. The red sun scorches up our veins ; The white moon makes us mad ; Pitiless stars insult our pains With clamour glad. But Thou art shelter and defence From them that rage and spoil. Assain our lives with penitence ! Our souls assoil ! Amen. W 52

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1911 · PDF PAGE 46

Hail Mary

…n From moonlight to the self-lit sun. Darkly as in a glass we gaze And lose ourselves in pious praise. How then when risen and pure of heart In heaven we see Thee as Thou art ? O let the film of earth and sin Each day by love grow clear and thin ! O let Thy worship done aright Prepare us for the eternal Light ! Amen. A 39

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1911 · PDF PAGE 38

Hail Mary

…n the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either need :— All greet Thee with the glad “ All hail ” ! Amen. B 31

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1911 · PDF PAGE 34

Hail Mary

… SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! Then, O thou mildest maiden mother, Thou feedest us ! our crowns we fling Here at Thy feet, who art no other Than Lady of our King F 27

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