Latter-Day Psalms/Our Lady of Heaven
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OUR LADY OF HEAVEN
Mother, who art in all life; who art the sweetness wherein is strength;
Who makest the maiden tender-hearted, and the matron steadfast;
Who fillest the mind with loving-kindness, and makest the heart strong to protect;
Who puttest into the trees the desire to bear fruit, and into the beasts joy in their young.
Thou didst make the round world to bring forth life, and yield her sweetness day by day.
In the beginning thou didst conceive the living fire of heaven; wherefore thou wilt not cease to give thanks.
The stars are thy children. Thou watchest over them with loving pride.
Thou art the present smiling upon all that is to come, glorying in the child that shall be fulfilled.
Thou art humanity our sweet mother, who liveth in her children's joy.
Thou art in every woman; and the hearts of men are not without thee.
Thou art the mild influence of the evening persuading men to rest.
Thou art the blue sky, that puts away our sorrow, as a mother laughing over her child.
Thou art a whisper that is everywhere saying "There is nothing to fear."
Mother, dwell in thy daughters that they may be like to thee; and in thy sons that they may know thee and do thee service.
Who makest the maiden tender-hearted, and the matron steadfast;
Who fillest the mind with loving-kindness, and makest the heart strong to protect;
Who puttest into the trees the desire to bear fruit, and into the beasts joy in their young.
Thou didst make the round world to bring forth life, and yield her sweetness day by day.
In the beginning thou didst conceive the living fire of heaven; wherefore thou wilt not cease to give thanks.
The stars are thy children. Thou watchest over them with loving pride.
Thou art the present smiling upon all that is to come, glorying in the child that shall be fulfilled.
Thou art humanity our sweet mother, who liveth in her children's joy.
Thou art in every woman; and the hearts of men are not without thee.
Thou art the mild influence of the evening persuading men to rest.
Thou art the blue sky, that puts away our sorrow, as a mother laughing over her child.
Thou art a whisper that is everywhere saying "There is nothing to fear."
Mother, dwell in thy daughters that they may be like to thee; and in thy sons that they may know thee and do thee service.