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XI. AUXILIUM CHRISTIANORUM.
Not for herself doth Mary hold
That Mother-Crown, that Queenly Throne;
The loftiest in the Saviour's Fold
The least possesses of her own.
That Mother-Crown, that Queenly Throne;
The loftiest in the Saviour's Fold
The least possesses of her own.
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Pure thoughts that make to God their quest
With her find footing o'er the clouds,
Like those sea-crossing birds that rest
A moment on the sighing shrouds.
With her find footing o'er the clouds,
Like those sea-crossing birds that rest
A moment on the sighing shrouds.
In her our hearts, no longer nursed
On dust, for spiritual beauty yearn;
From her our instincts, as at first,
An upward gravitation learn.
On dust, for spiritual beauty yearn;
From her our instincts, as at first,
An upward gravitation learn.
Through her draw nigh the things remote:
For in true love's supernal sphere
No more round self the affections float,
More near to God, to man more near.
For in true love's supernal sphere
No more round self the affections float,
More near to God, to man more near.
In her, the weary warfare past,
The port attained, the exile o'er,
We see the Church's bark at last
Close-anchored on the eternal shore!
The port attained, the exile o'er,
We see the Church's bark at last
Close-anchored on the eternal shore!
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