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Day that chasest gloom!

Day by gladness speeded!

Thou beheld'st from Mary's womb

How the King proceeded;

Whom, True man, with praise our Choir

Hails, and love, and heart's desire,

Joy and admiration;

Who, True, enthroned in light,

Passeth wonder, passeth sight,

Passeth cogitation.

On the Virgin as He hung,

, the world's Creator,

Like a rose from lily sprung,—

Stood astounded nature: