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Our fallen race; And I put and I place The virtue that lieth and liveth in His incarnation lowly, His baptism pure and holy, His life of toil and tears and affliction, His dolorous death—his crucifixion, His burial, sacred and sad and lone,
His resurrection to life again, His glorious ascension to Heaven's high throne, And, lastly, his future dread
And terrible coming to judge all men — Both the living and dead. . . .
At Tarah to-day I put and 1 place
The virtue that dwells in the seraphim's love, And the virtue and grace
That are in the obedience And unshaken allegiance
Of all the archangels and angels above, And in the hope of the resurrection To everlasting reward and election, And in the prayers of the fathers of old, And in the truths the prophets foretold, And in the Apostles' manifold preachings, And in the confessors' faith and teachings; And in the purity ever dwelling
Within the immaculate Virgin's breast, And in the actions bright and excelling
Of all good men, the just and the blest. . .
At Tarah to day, in this fateful hour, I place all heaven with its power, |
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