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“Say, sweet Virgin, we implore Thee, 
Say what beauty God sheds o’er Thee, 
Praise and thanks to Him be given 
Who in love created Thee.” 
“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 sunset strewn 
With fancied roses.” 
— Wordsworth. 
“Virgin and Mother of our dear Redeemer! 
All hearts are touched and softened at thy name.” 
— Longfellow. 
“Ave Maria! thou whose name 
All but adoring love may claim , 
Yet may reach thy shrine, 
For He, thy Son and Savior, vows 
To crown all lowly, lofty brows, 
With love and joy like thine.” 
—John Kettle. 
“At morn—at noon—at twilight dim— 
Mary! thou hast heard my hymn! 
In joy and in woe—in good and ill— 
Mother of God, be with me still.” 
—Edgar Poe. 
u Ave Maria! ’tis the hour of prayer! 
Ave Maria! ’tis the hour of love! 
Ave Maria! may our spirits dare 
Look up to thine and to thy Son above!” 
— Byron. 
“At the Cross her station keeping 
Stood the mournful Mother weeping 
Close to Jesus to the last.” 
—J aclcopone. 
