Thou, peerless Queen of air,
As sandals to thy feet the silver moon dost wear!”
“Lady! thine upward flight The opening heavens receive with joyful song; Blest who thy mantle bright May seize amid the throng, And to the sacred mount float peacefully along!
“Bright angels are around thee, They that have served thee from thy birth are there; Their hands with stars have crowned thee; Thou, peerless Queen of air, As sandals to thy feet the silver moon dost wear!”
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An Easter Hymn to the Virgin:—