Oh! It is as if some fragments
Of golden calms of heaven,
By the mercy of our Father,
Into Mary’s hands were given;
But to earth were only falling
Upon hearts with sorrow riven.
Of golden calms of heaven,
By the mercy of our Father,
Into Mary’s hands were given;
But to earth were only falling
Upon hearts with sorrow riven.
For in Mary’s ear all sorrow
Singeth ever like a psalm;
Welcome, Mother! are the tempests
Which thou latest with thy calm;
Sweet the broken hearts thou healest
With thine own heart’s nameless balm!
Singeth ever like a psalm;
Welcome, Mother! are the tempests
Which thou latest with thy calm;
Sweet the broken hearts thou healest
With thine own heart’s nameless balm!
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