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 And Dante's voice and Petrarch's strain And Milton's matchless line Would lend to my poor minstrel note A harmony divine.

Lady, I choose to be thy son; For Mother thee I choose; O, for thy sweet and holy Child, Do not my claim refuse!

Alone and motherless am I: Tho' strong, I long for rest— The thunder of the world's applause Is not a mother's breast.

Ave Maria! Shield us all. Thy sons we choose to be. Mother of grace, we raise our hearts, Our hearts, our love to thee!

REVELATION

"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away."—Revelation XXI:1

The Lord God said to His angel: "Let the old things pass away. They have heaped the earth with slaughter their sin obscures the day. Roll up the night on a curtain: let the stars fade one by one: