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Rh So weeps our Mother Church—her tears outshine

Sun-smitten dewdrops on a summer's morn;

God's rainbow girdles her, Hope's lovely sign,

Whereby she knows that smiles of tears are born;

Fulfilled of life herself, she would assure

Her children all of death's discomfiture.