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Humblest of all, who aye to God appealed
That but to him thy greatness might be known:
Thy Father heard thy prayer, and he alone
Viewed the supernal power thou wouldst not wield;
Thy Son heard likewise; and from all concealed;
Thy wisdom shone, the reflex of his own;
Heard, too, thy Spouse—though partner of his throne,
His works scarce outline of thy history yield.
‘I will exalt the humble,’ saith the Lord:
And now, with Motherhood of God and men,
Beloved and blest beyond all human ken,
Thou art the full Fulfilment of his Word.
That God would have thine all thou didst entreat;
And lo, the very heavens are at thy feet.
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