(Approaching as they hover round.)
He now in strength of limbFar doth outweigh us, And, as we tended him,So will repay us.
Early removed were weFar from life's story;Train'd now himself, will heTrain us in glory.
THE PENITENT, once named Margaret.
Link'd with the noble band of spirits,Scarce can the new one feel or see The radiant life he now inherits,So like that holy band is he.
See how he bursts each bond material,And parts the olden veil at length,--In vesture clad of grace ethereal,Comes in the glow of youthful strength.
Oh, let me guide his steps victorious,While dazzled by the new-born light.
MATER GLORIOSA.
Come! raise thyself to spheres more glorious, He'll follow when thou matzoth his sight.
DOCTOR MARINAS.
(Prostrated in adoration.)
O repentant sinful ones,On that bright face gaze ye, And, in grateful orisons,Your blest fortune praise ye!
Be each virtue of the mindTo thy service given!
Virgin, mother, be thou kind!
Goddess, queen of heaven!
CHORUS MYSTICS.
Each thing of mortal birthIs but a type What was of feeble worthHere becomes ripe.
What was a mysteryHere meets the eye;The ever-womanlyDraws us on high.
(Finis.)
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