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 Be still, ye clouds of Heaven! Be silent, Earth! And hear an Angel tell Of Jesus' birth,

While she, whom Gabriel hails As full of grace, Listens with humble faith In her sweet face.

Be stilll,—Pride, War, and Pomp, Vain Hopes, vain Fears, For now an Angel speaks, And Mary hears.

"Hail, Mary!" lo, it rings Through ages on; "Hail Mary!" it shall sound, Till Time is done

"Hail, Mary!" infant lips Lisp it to-day; "Hail, Mary!" with faint smile The dying say.

"Hail, Mary!" many a heart Broken with grief, In that angelic prayer Has found relief.

And many a half-lost soul, When turned at bay, With those triumphant words Has won the day.