((((( la mère de douleur se tenait debout____________.

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[phil]

WE praise thee, blessed maid of GOD,
That art the spirit in the sod.
Thou art the bird within the bower,
And Thou the honey in the flower!

Thou art the moon in Egypt's night;
The shade from Afric's blasting light!
In all the world of ill we bow
To the one good, and that is Thou.

For blazing in Thy blessed womb
Glitters the CHRIST, a star of doom
To cast the stars of evil kings
Into the blind abyss of things.

Hail, Mary, hail! Thou didst conceive
The Holy Child whom we believe.
Draw Thou our loyal spirits hence
In rapture and in reverence!

Amen. Still be the beatific balm
To heal, to comfort, and to calm!
Still make to bud the barren rod,
And bring our spirits back to GOD!

ALEISTER CROWLEY