Our Lady’s Holy Death

Mary, thy heart for love
Alone had ever sighed;
So much it loved at length,
Of very love it died.

O happy, happy death:
If death indeed could be,
Blest Virgin, that sweet end
Which God bestowed on thee.

‘Tis in a sweet repose,
With smile of heavenly mirth,
Thou takest joyful flight
To Paradise from earth;

And see, above the choirs
Of saints and angels bright,
God’s Mother near her Son
Enthroned in dazzling light.

Come, then, to fetch thy child,
O Mary, mother dear,
And tarry by my side
When my last hour is near.

Yes, this I hope from thee
Despise not my request
To yield my soul in peace
Upon my mother’s breast.

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