  Oh, the prayer of a dear virgin-heart, Breathed forth with true love's gentle art! Is there anything purer On land or on sea, More laden with blessing For you or for me? It is sweeter than song ever heard, More precious than love's spoken word. It is fraught with a keen recognition Of truest soul-need and fruition. Is there anything purer On land or on sea, More laden with comfort For you or for me? It is oftentimes born in great pain, With no ray of hope's blessed gain. But as lulled by the angels at midnight Ere reaching the infinite daylight Is there anything surer, On land or on sea, To bring the God-Father To you or to me? |
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