It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader with the most solemn, the most comprehensive, the mos...
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes, Upon the sinner's sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne above. At morn, at noon, at twilight dim, Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning, Of all to whom thine absence is the night, The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun, of all who, weeping, bless thee...
Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained "the power of words"--denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain...
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother,"...