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370 Thus as a chrysalis Gladly we gain him, And as a pledge of bliss Safely retain him; When from the shell he's free Whereby he's tainted, Perfect and fair he'll be, Holy and sainted.

Wide is the prospect here, Raised is the soul; Women on high appear, Seeking their goal. 'Mongst them the radiant one, Queen of the skies, In her bright starry crown Greets my glad eyes. (With ecstasy.) Thou who art of earth the queen, Let me, 'neath the blue Heavenly canopy serene Thy sweet mystery view! Grant the gentle solemn force Which our breast can move, And direct our onward course Toward thy perfect love. Dauntless let our courage be, At the bright behest; Mild our ardour suddenly, When thou biddest us rest.

Virgin, type of holiness, Mother, honour-crowned,