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Daughter of dreams and visions, / Flushed by the world's desire, / Empress of priests' decisions, / Priestess of altar fire -- / Treading a march immortal, / As the Cross to the sunrise swings, / Passing the inmost portal, / Over the crowns of kings -- / _By the worship with which we woo thee,_ / _By the hymns that our hearts repeat,_ / _By the flames that have burned unto thee,_ / _By the prayers that have warmed thy feet,_ / _By the moons that have risen below thee,_ / _By the stars that have set on thy brow,_ / _By the saints that have suffered to know thee,_ / _We hail thee "Blessed," now._
Mother of all the Sorrows, / Pierced by the world's despair, / Wearing a veil that borrows / Gloom from our earthly air; / Broken by ceaseless sighing, / Ravaged by endless tears, / Bearing thy pangs undying / Into the dying years -- / _By the sweat on thy brow that paleth,_ / _By the Cross where thy heart has lain,_ / _By memory's pang that naileth_ / _Thy heart to the wood again,_ / _By the passions that rise below thee,_ / _By the sorrows enthroned on thy brow,_ / _By the hearts that have broken to know thee,_ / _We hail thee "Blessed," now._