BEHOLD within the veil withdrawn<br />
Thy mighty star on chaos dawn,<br />
Thy beatific breath complete<br />
The purpose of the PARACLETE<br />
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Where sinful sorrow doth oppress,<br />
Thy sinless sorrow doth redress,<br />
O maid whom seven demon lords<br />
Thrust through the heart with seven swords!<br />
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O sweet and sober mother-maid,<br />
Within my heart each bleeding blade<br />
Shudders, as, meditating Thee,<br />
Thy mercy sheds its shower on me!<br />
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O mother Mary, from Thy soul<br />
Distil the balm to make me whole,<br />
And when the dreary days are done<br />
Lead up my spirit to Thy Son!<br />
<br />
ALEISTER CROWLEY