Poems (Taylor)/Ave Maria

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AVE MARIA
Ave, Maria! I am tired. Maiden Mother, reach thine hand: Thou alone wilt understandWhat it is to be so tired.
Let the virgin, sick for rest, Like a pierced and hunted deer, Find a still sweet covert here,At thy feet, O Queen of Rest.
Earthly pains are hard to bear, Earthly joys as hard, in truth. Even Love hath hands uncouthWhen the soul no more will bear.
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Only thine are delicate On the spirit's broken wing. Oh! the languor of our Spring,Oh! the heavy dreams that sate!
Ave, Maria! I am tired. Maiden Mother, cover me. Thou dost keep in memoryWhat it is to be so tired.
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