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    To all who ask in faith,
    Virgin! if ever yet
    The misery of man and mortal things
    To mercy moved thee, to my prayer incline;
    Help me in this my strife,
    Though I am but of dust, and thou heaven’s radiant Queen!

    Wise Virgin! of that lovely number one
    Of Virgins blest and wise,
    Even the first and with the brightest lamp: 
    O solid buckler of afflicted hearts! 
    ’Neath which against the blows of Fate and Death,
    Not mere deliverance but great victory is;
    Relief from the blind ardour which consumes
    Vain mortals here below! 
    Virgin! those lustrous eyes,
    Which tearfully beheld the cruel prints
    In the fair limbs of thy beloved Son,
    Ah! turn on my sad doubt,
    Who friendless, helpless thus, for counsel come to thee!

    O Virgin! pure and perfect in each part,
    Maiden or Mother, from thy honour’d birth,
    This life to lighten and the next adorn;
    O bright and lofty gate of open’d heaven! 
    By thee, thy Son and His, the Almighty Sire,
    In our worst need to save us came below: 
    And, from amid all other earthly seats,
    Thou only wert elect,
    Virgin supremely blest! 
    The tears of Eve who turnedst into joy;
    Make me, thou canst, yet worthy of his grace,
    O happy without end,
    Who art in highest heaven a saint immortal shrined.

    O holy Virgin! full of every good,
    Who, in humility most deep and true,
    To heaven art mounted, thence my prayers to hear,
    That fountain thou of pity didst produce,
    That sun of justice light, which calms and clears
    Our age, else clogg’d with errors dark and foul. 
    Three sweet and precious names in thee combine,
    Of mother, daughter, wife,
    Virgin! with glory crown’d,
    Queen of that King who has unloosed our bonds,
    And free and happy made the world again,
    By whose most sacred wounds,
    I pray my heart to fix where true joys only are!

    Virgin! of all unparallel’d, alone,
    Who with thy beauties hast enamour’d Heaven,
    Whose like has never been, nor e’er shall be;
    For holy thoughts with chaste and pious acts
    To the true God a sacred living shrine
    In thy fecund virginity have made: 
    By thee, dear Mary, yet my life may be
    Happy, if to thy prayers,
    O Virgin meek and mild! 
    Where sin abounded grace shall more abound! 
    With bended knee and broken heart I pray
    That thou my guide wouldst be,
    And to such prosperous end direct my faltering way.

    Bright Virgin! and immutable as bright,
    O’er life’s tempestuous ocean the sure star
    Each trusting mariner that truly guides,
    Look down, and see amid this dreadful storm
    How I am tost at random and