Vas Insigne Devotionis

O strong in prayer! our spirits bind
 To God: our bodies keep from sin:
Live in our hearts that Christ may find
 An incorrupt abode therein:

That He, the Eternal Spirit, He
 Who overshadowed with His grace
The depths of thy humility,
 In us may have a resting-place.

Who love thee prosper! As a breeze
 Thou waft'st them o'er the ways divine:
Strange heights they reach with magic ease
 Through music-moulded discipline.

“If I but touch His vesture's hem
 I shall be healed, and strong and free”—
Thou wert His vesture, Mary!—them
 His virtue heals that reach to thee.
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