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Swords that are with slaughter wildHunt the Mother and the Child.Who will take them from the light?—Yonder is a Man in sight—Yonder is a House—but where?No, they must not enter there.To the Caves, and to the Brooks,To the Clouds of Heaven she looks;She is speechless, but her eyesPray in ghostly agonies.Blissful Mary, Mother mild,Maid and Mother undefiled,Save a Mother and her Child!
Now Who is he that bounds with joyOn Carrock's side, a Shepherd Boy?No thoughts hath he but thoughts that passLight as the wind along the grass.