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[A Catholic] Hymn.1835. Wiki.
• [unk], here. 2 min., audio only. • Gottfried Fritz, here. 1 min., audio only.
At morn — at noon — at twilight dim — Maria! thou hast heard my hymn. In joy and wo — in good and ill — Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine! |
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William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
The Virgin (1822)
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied; Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast; Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee Of mother's love with maiden purity, Of high with low, celestial with terrene!
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The Child of Calvary
Of old, of old, on Calvary, Stood Mary, full of grace, Close to the cross where Jesus hung, And looked up in His face. Full tenderly Our Lord bent down Toward her who gave Him birth, Then placed her in the hands of him He loved the best on earth; So that disciple took her thence, To dwell his home within, And she became our mother dear, Our Lady without sin.
– E.R.W.
Cyril Robert. Mary Immaculate: God's Mother and Mine. Poughkeepsie, New York: Marist Press, 1946.
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