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/ The nuns sing, "_ora pro nobis_," / The lancets glitter above; / And the beautiful Virgin whose robe is / Woven of infinite love, / Infinite love and sorrow, / Prays for them there on high; -- / Who has most need of her prayers, -- to-morrow / Shall tell them, -- they or I?
/ Up in the hills together / We loved, where the world seemed true; / Our world of the whin and heather, / Our skies of a nearer blue, / A blue from which one borrows / A faith that helps one die -- / O Mother, sweet Mother of Sorrows, / None needs such more than I!