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Saint, who on thy natal day To Mary's tender care was given, And did beneath her gentle sway Almost unsinning pass to heav'n:

Sweet flower which lov'd to bloom unknown, A Saint 'mid worldly pomp and pride; Who at the footstep of a throne Knew nought but Jesus crucified:

Blest youth, who cast a crown away, To be with Christ despis'd and poor; Teach us to walk our humble way, Content, though little be our store.

May no repining fill our breast Amid the ills of poverty; Oh, make us feel that we are blest, To be thus poor with Christ and thee!

Teach us like thee to shrink from sin, Like thee to love sweet purity; That we from Mary's heart may win The love she once bestow'd on thee.

Thus safe beneath her gentle sway, Oh, may the grace to us be giv'n, To pass from earth some happy day, And join thee in the courts of heav'n.

