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1814–1902

IV.

Aubrey De Vere

Mary! To thee the humble cry. What seek they? Gifts to Pride unknown. They seek thy help — to pass thee by:— They murmur, “Show us but thy Son.”

The childlike heart shall enter in; The virgin soul its God shall see:— Mother, and maiden pure from sin, Be thou the guide: the Way is He.

The mystery high of God made Man Through thee to man is easier made: Pronounce the consonant who can Without the softer vowel's aid!

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