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THE MYSTERY OF THE ASSUMPTION
Lovely Mystery—
That our Lady stealeth from her tomb,
And doth serenely Heaven assume!
This most secret thou dost sow,
Wide as field-hills of anemone,
In the people's hearts to grow.
That our Lady stealeth from her tomb,
And doth serenely Heaven assume!
This most secret thou dost sow,
Wide as field-hills of anemone,
In the people's hearts to grow.
Nothing to the Church is told:
From the children at her knee
She receives the lovely mystery—
“Yes, our Mother kneeling down,
Jesus standing with a crown of gold,
Jesus laying on her head a crown.”
From the children at her knee
She receives the lovely mystery—
“Yes, our Mother kneeling down,
Jesus standing with a crown of gold,
Jesus laying on her head a crown.”
As the secret of the Cleansing Fire
Was among men, and no need to tell
Of the glorious hope in parable:
Thou hast told the people of Thy throne,
Of Thy soothing for them of God's ire—
In a whisper—thou and they alone.
Was among men, and no need to tell
Of the glorious hope in parable:
Thou hast told the people of Thy throne,
Of Thy soothing for them of God's ire—
In a whisper—thou and they alone.
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