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For not to careless wreathers of chance flowers
My sister, we have lived long years apart,
PROTESTANT HYMN TO THE VIRGIN.
To thy blest name we bow,
And fondly whisper'd prayer,
The votive gift prepare, Which yet, with reverend heart, we bring to
Near Heaven's dread Majesty,
For human hearts that bleed
Not as the Queen of Heaven, by right divine, Do we bemock thy praise, or idolize thy shrine.
Since life's brief toil was o'er,
Diffused o'er brain and breast,
Lulls sense and thought to rest, While angels their calm watch beside thee keep,
Till their great Captain's trump shall rend the
tomb, Proclaiming the dread day of Nature's final doom.
Of Him, the Crucified,
Rich antepasts of Heaven,
(Thy mortal sins forgiven For his dear sake) thou calmly view'st the
wasting Of Time’s dull ages, which must fade and flee Ere body, soul, and sense, in perfect bliss can be ;
Thou lead'st the company
To all salvation’s heirs,
Soothing their human cares,
Breathing the balm of Heaven's eternal peace, And smoothing danger’s waves, and causing fear to cease.
Did mortal eye behold,
When, in the illumined mount,
In numbers passing count,
In fiery legions, with empyreal blaze At the great Prophet's prayer burst on his servant's
Such forms as oft seem nigh
To Christian dreamer's eye At lonely twilight, or the tearful hour · When friends long parted meet
In converse sad but sweet, Of friends fast bound in Death's still grasping
power; The loved, the long'd for, who, from their repose, Look down, they fondly deem, on all their joys and
No thought of man can guess
In what obscure recess Of Heaven or Earth those blessed souls may be,
Who, purged from fleshly stain,
Are from the galling chain
With whom consort'st thou most ?
Intelligible speech · Imparting each to each
Thought for which we, the earthly, have no name)
To whom, O Holiest, dost thou now disclose The pure and peaceful thoughts which gladden thy
Haply they all to thee
Yield meet precedency,
Encircling some bright throne
Dispensing smiles, like light, from side to side, On ranks of radiant saints, and martyrs glorified.
Joint heiress of thy bliss,
With reverence due lay'st down
Thine amaranthine crown,
She, our great Mother, Mary, ours and thine, And saved, like us and thee, by love and grace divine.. .
The blest still haply trace
E’en while, in rapture mild,
On thee her favourite child She gazeth through bright smiles and tears of