259 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE'
are limited; but she has done till, suffered all. And when she
arises from her forty hours of ecstatic prayer, on Easter mor
ning, she, first of all, sees the risen glories of her Beloved.
O Motherl didst thou pray for me, in that hour of inconceiv
able anguish? Didst thou think of me when thou hadst forgot
ten thyself and all else save our salvation? Yes, we know it,
mothers never forget even their worst children, and each one
may believe that his Mother remembered him in that hour of
woe and awful expectation.
But if our Lady's sufferings were behond those ever en
dured by mortal heart, her joys- were proportionately great,
and therefore, as true children of so generous a Mother, let
us during this month in which we are commemorating her
glories join our voices ."tq. those of the heavenly choir and sing
her praises: '
Sec our Queen in robes of Rold,
As the Hebrew Psalmist told,
Stand besides the king's high throne,
While He claims her for His own.
See, the angels' strange amazel
As they chanj Queen Mary's praise,
Strike theirgolden harps along
Sing that strange mysterious song.
Bethlehem, Nazareth are past,
See thy Son a king at last.
See the Star now kiss the Sun,
Each their weary course have run,
Happy, yea thrice happy day!
Mary's joy complete for aye.
Jesus calls her Mother now
Plants the crown upon Her brow.
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