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OH that this Meek Soul that Speaks not into darkness,
Nor Stands on mountains Singing,
Should Merit Angels from on High Come Unto me,
Sweet Messages Bringing,
This Heart which Follows Faithfully, Giving as I Ought,
Yet Seeking not
Further from Thy Side,
Where in Thy Mercy I Abide,
While Holy Angels Glorify the Humility of my Heart,
This Precious Miracle, Left Unto me To Start,
And Blessed in Posterity Shall I Ever Be,
While All Generations coming after me
Shall speak My Name in Reverence and with Joy
Because, Immaculate, I Shall Carry Heaven’s Boy.

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