3 O happy Angels! look,
How beautiful she is!
See! Jesus bears her up,

Her hand is locked in His;
O who can tell the height

Of that fair Mother's bliss?

4 And shall I lose thee then,

Lose my sweet right to thee?
Ah, no! the Angels' Queen
Man's mother still will be;
And thou, upon thy throne,
Wilt keep thy love for me.

5 On, then, dear Pageant, on!
Sweet music breathes around;
And love, like dew, distils

On hearts in rapture bound;
The Queen of heaven goes up

To be proclaimed and crowned!

6 On! through the countless stars
Proceeds the bright array;
And Love Divine comes forth
To light her on her way,
Through the short gloom of night
Into celestial day.

7 The Eternal Father calls

His daughter to be blessed;
The Son His Maiden-Mother
Woos unto His Breast;
The Holy Ghost His spouse
Beckons into her rest.

8 Swifter and swifter grows

That marvellous flight of love,
As though her heart were drawn
More vehemently above;

While jubilant angels part

A pathway for the Dove!

9 Hark! hark! through highest heaven What sounds of mystic mirth!

Mary, by God proclaimed
Queen of Immaculate Birth,
And diademed with stars,

The lowliest of the earth!

10 See! see! the Eternal Hands
Put on her radiant crown,
And the sweet Majesty
Of Mercy sitteth down,
For ever and for ever,

On her predestined throne!

29.

To our Blessed Lady.

1 MOTHER of Mercy! day by day

My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way

Like sands upon the great sea-shore.

2 Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,
When times are worst, who does not know
Darkness is light with love of thee?

3 But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;
And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.

4 They know but little of thy worth

Who speak these heartless words to me; For what did Jesus love on earth

One-half so tenderly as thee?

5 Get me the grace to love thee more;
Jesus will give if thou wilt plead ;
And, Mother! when life's cares are o'er,
OI shall love thee then indeed!

6 Jesus, when His three hours were run,

Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me;
And O! how can I love thy Son,
Sweet Mother! if I love not thee?

Month of May.

PIOUS ASPIRATIONS TO THE MOTHER OF GOD FOR EVERY DAY IN THE MONTH.

(From the Italian.)

1 Joy of my heart! O let me pay
To thee thine own sweet month of May.
2 Mary! one gift I beg of thee,-
My soul from sin and sorrow free.
3 Direct my wandering feet aright,
And be thyself mine own true light.
4 Be love of thee the purging fire,
To cleanse for God my heart's desire.
5 Mother! be love of thee a ray

From Heaven, to show the heavenward way. 6 Mary! make haste thy child to win From sin, and from the love of sin. 7 Mother of God! let my poor love A mother's prayers and pity move.

8 O Mary, when I come to die,
Be thou, thy spouse, and Jesus nigh.
9 When mute before the Judge I stand,
My holy shield be Mary's hand.

10 O Mary! let no child of thine
In hell's eternal exile pine.

11 If time for penance still be mine, Mother, the precious gift is thine.

12 Thou, Mary, art my hope and life, The starlight of this earthly strife.

13 0, for my own and others' sin,

Do thou, who canst, free pardon win.

14 To sinners all, to me the chief, Send, Mother, send thy kind relief.

15 To thee our love and troth are given; Pray for us, pray, bright Gate of Heaven. 16 Sweet Day-Star! let thy beauty be A light to draw my soul to thee. 17 We love thee, light of sinners' eyes! O let thy prayer for sinners rise. 18 Look at us, Mother Mary! see How piteously we look to thee. 19 I am thy slave, nor would I be For worlds from this sweet bondage free. 20 Oh Jesus, Joseph, Mary, deign My soul in heavenly ways to train. 21 Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers We beg, who are God's ransomed heirs. 22 O Virgin-born! O Flesh Divine!

Cleanse us, and make us wholly Thine. 23 Mary, dear Mistress of my heart,

What thou wouldst have me do impart. 24 Thou, who wert pure as driven snow, Make me as thou wert here below. 25 O Queen of Heaven! obtain for me Thy glory there one day to see.

26 O then and there, on that bright day, To me thy womb's chaste Fruit display. 27 Mother of God! to me no less,

Vouchsafe a mother's sweet caress. 28 Be love of thee, my whole life long, A seal upon my wayward tongue. 29 Write on my heart's most secret core The Five dear Wounds that Jesus bore. 30 O give me tears to shed with thee Beneath the Cross on Calvary.

31 One more request, and I have done:
With love of thee and thy dear Son
More let me burn, and more each day,
Till love of self is burned away.

F

Another Month of Mary.

MARY, THE FLOWER OF god.

10 Flower of Grace! divinest Flower!
God's light thy life, God's love thy dowe
That all alone with virgin ray
Dost make in heaven eternal May,
Sweet falls the peerless dignity
Of God's eternal choice on thee!
Mother dearest! Mother fairest !
Maiden purest! Maiden rarest !
Help of earth and joy of heaven!
Love and praise to thee be given,

3

Blissful Mother! blissful Maiden!

2 Choice Flower! that bloomest on the breast

Of Jesus, which is now thy rest,

As thine was once the chosen bed

Of His dear Heart and sacred Head:
O Mary! sweet it is to see

Thy Son's creation graced by thee!
Mother dearest ! &c.

3 O queenly Flower! enthroned above,
The trophy of Almighty love!

Ah me! how He hath hung thee round
With all love-tokens that abound
With God's own light, beyond the reach
Of angel song or mortal speech!
Mother dearest! &c.

4 O Flower of God! divinest Flower!
Elected for His inmost bower!

Where angels come not, there art thou,
A crown of glory on thy brow;
While far below, all bright and brave,
Their gleamy palms the ransomed wave.
Mother dearest! &c.

5 O bless thee for thy beauty, then,
Delight of angels, trust of men!