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 and the saints, and above all with you, dear Mother, in eternal tabernacles. Amen.

When the sun illumes the heaven, When he sinks into the west, Dearest Lord, from morn till even With me ever take Thy rest. Nought from Thee my soul may sever, Life nor death may stay our love, In sweet union living ever — Union which no power can move.

While with life my heart is beating, Ceaseless hymns of praise I'll pour; Still I’ll sing, in heaven repeating, Hymns from never failing store: When, from sight each veil upraising, All Thy beauty I shall see, And, with choirs of angels praising, Love Thee through eternity.

— From a Thanksgiving Hymn after Holy Communion by FATHER BRIDGETT, C.SS.R.

Mother, we pray false love may lose its lure, And only love that doth not taint or cloy May hold us — as the Spotless holds the Pure, As thou, Immaculate, the Stainless Boy!

— Fr. David Bearne, S.J.