…quoniam ipsi Deum videbunt
But for you Pure of Heart
pierced by a sword
the words of Simeon troubled you
and fell a shadow upon your purity
a hot summer wind across the lilies
carrying the scent across the ages
to comfort those your children
who sigh in remembrance of you,
Immaculate Heart make ours like unto thine.
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