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 "And next to us lived Maggie, She lived, she lives not now: Marie, I bring thee a wax heart, My bleeding heart heal thou!

"Heal thou my heart sore wounded, And early and late to thee Will I sing and pray with fervour Blessèd be thou, Marie!"

The sick son and his mother Were sleeping from all ill, When lo, the Mother of Jesus Came gliding in so still.

She bent down over the sick one, And softly laid her hand Upon his heart; then vanished Smiling sweet and bland.

The mother saw all in her dreaming, And fain had more; But she was roused from slumber, The dogs made such uproar. Errata