  LOVER of Souls, Immaculate, Mary, by thy Immaculate Conception, Thy soul and body white for God’s reception, Beyond the ridg’d snows on the sky; Beyond the treasure of white beams that lie Within the golden casket of the sun; By the excelling franchise of thy state, Plead for the Holy Souls, O Holiest One! Till they be cleansed grief hath no date! Them, through thy spotless grace, embolden To passion for their God, but once beholden, Nor ever more beheld till pain Hath made their souls’ recesses bright from stain. Plead they may swiftly see Him, nor may shun The Vision, each achieved immaculate! Pure from the first, plead for them, Holiest One! |
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