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That to the glorious Mother of their Lord Whole Christendom that hour its homage pays? From court and cottage that with one accord Ascends the universal strain of praise? Amid the crouded city's restless ways, One reverential thought pervades the throng; The traveller on his lonely road obeys The sacred hour, and as he fares along, In spirit hears and joins his household's even-song.

What if they think that every prayer enroll'd Shall one day in their good account appear; That guardian Angels hover round and fold Their wings in adoration while they hear; Ministrant Spirits thro' the ethereal sphere Waft it with joy, and to the grateful theme Well pleased, the Mighty Mother bends her ear? A vain delusion this we rightly deem: Yet what they feel is not a mere illusive dream.