To the Mother of God

New Zealand Tablet, 21 May 1914, Page 49

To the Mother of God

O Mother of my Lord, I fly to thee, Who ever hast a mother's love for me, And prayest ceaselessly to God for me. O Queen, who pourest down thy gifts on me,. In joy and weariness I turn to thee, Lifting my hands and all my heart to thee. No love of Jesus is flame-winged like thine, For all His overflowing Heart is thine, O Mother Mary, make thy Jesus mine. No heart is steeped in love of God like thine, No spirit lightens in His eyes like thine, 0 loving Mother, make thy Jesus mine. 1 seek, and cannot find Him without thee, Or worship Him or love Him without thee, For He is thine, and evermore with thee. But always do I find my 'Love with thee, For thou didst bring my dearest Love to me, O bring Him now O bring thy Son to me. O chosen Daughter of the Living One, O sun-clothed Mother of the Living One, O bride, star-crowned, of the Living One. The souls in purgatory turn to thee, Their cry of pain uprises unto thee, A voiceless cry by day and night to thee. Thou helpest souls on earth, who know not thee, And- souls that trust with childlike love to thee, And all who look in pain and grief to thee. . O help all suffering souls, thou loving one, And solace bring to them, thou loving one, Remembering thine own pain, thou loving one. 0 flower-like splendor in the love of God, Thou drinkest deepest of the bliss of God, Crowned in thy gladness on the Heart of God. O sweetest, thou art nearest to the King, Touching the golden sceptre of the King, Thy sinless hands uplifting to the King. O dearest, evermore the Queen of Heaven, The risen stars are round thy throne in Heaven, Where Jesus reigns in highest height of Heaven. 0 bring, me to the home where I would be, The sapphire city where I pray to be, The home of Jesus, where I long to be. Bring me to Him Who sought on earth for me, . Who lived, divinely sorrowful, for me, Thy Son, the Son of God, Who died for me. —By the late Rev. H. A. Rawes, Oblate of St. Charles.