Mary, thy heart for love,
Alone had ever sigh'd;
So much it loved at length,
Of very love it died.
O happy, happy death;
If death indeed could be,
Blest Virgin, that sweet end
Which God bestowed on thee.
Tis in a sweet repose,
With smile of heavenly mirth,
Thou takest joyful flight
To paradise from earth:
And see! above the choirs
Of saints and angels bright,
God's Mother near her Son
Enthroned in dazzling light.
Come, then, to fetch thy child,
O Mary, Mother dear;
And tarry by my side
When my last hour is near.
Yes, this I hope from thee
Despise not my request
To yield my soul in peace
Upon my Mother's breast.
Source: The Catholic Girl's Guide, Imprimatur 1905
A coloring picture can be found below.
Alone had ever sigh'd;
So much it loved at length,
Of very love it died.
O happy, happy death;
If death indeed could be,
Blest Virgin, that sweet end
Which God bestowed on thee.
Tis in a sweet repose,
With smile of heavenly mirth,
Thou takest joyful flight
To paradise from earth:
And see! above the choirs
Of saints and angels bright,
God's Mother near her Son
Enthroned in dazzling light.
Come, then, to fetch thy child,
O Mary, Mother dear;
And tarry by my side
When my last hour is near.
Yes, this I hope from thee
Despise not my request
To yield my soul in peace
Upon my Mother's breast.
Source: The Catholic Girl's Guide, Imprimatur 1905
A coloring picture can be found below.
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