148 . THE 1NDJAN ADVOCATE
What time to slay our God and Brother "
lhe jealous tyrant madly strove, , .
The infant flying to his Mother .
Clung to her side with trembling love. ' -'
"0 Mary help," he crieth ever, '"
And weeps full loud and bitterly, ,,
Help, Mary, Help: desert me never 'V
0 dearest Mother, rescue me," , ' r
And as his arms so small and tender
More closely yet her neck enlace, , "s '' t
With pierced heart his one defender '"-.
Locks him more fast in her embrace.
With fondest love her Boy caressing,
She seeks to soothe his childish pain, ' J
And soon in hasty flight is pressing, " $) '
A refuge for her God to gain. ,
"0 Mary help, " he crieth ever,
As in her lap he seeks repose; ' -'U
"Help, Mary, help; desert me never"
He pleaded as his eyelids close.
'Tis thus so deeply is engraven,
This cry for ever in her heart;
'Tis thus. that she is still our Haven,
She holds a balm for every smart.
So often as this cry resoundeth
Against the bases of her tfirone,
She in all gracious help aboundeth,
Still mindful of her Little One.
This ready help and consolation; ' "' ..,..,
So, thousands prove it day by day!
Wherefore from every clime and nation,
"Help, Mary Help," shall sound for aye. ' ""
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