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Ave! now let prayer and music Meet in love on shore and sea! Now, sweet Mother! may the weary Turn from this cold world to thee.

From the dark and restless waters Hear the sailor's hymn arise! From his watch-fire, 'midst the mountains, Lo! to thee the shepherd cries.

Yet, where thus full hearts find voices, If o'erburden'd souls there be, Dark and silent in their anguish,— Aid those captives—set them free!

Touch them, every fount unsealing, Where the frozen tears lie deep; Thou, the Mother of all sorrows, Aid, oh! aid to pray and weep!