Sweet flower which lov'd to bloom unknown,
A Saint 'mid worldly pomp and pride;
Who at the footstep of a throne
Knew nought but Jesus crucified:
Blest youth, who cast a crown away,
To be with Christ despised and poor
Teach us to walk our humble way,
Content, though little be our store
May no repining fill our breast
Amid the ills of poverty;
Oh, make us feel that we are blest,
To be thus poor with Christ and thee!
Teach us like thee to shrink from sin,
Like thee to love sweet purity;
That we from Mary's heart may win
The love she once bestow'd on thee
Thus safe beneath her gentle sway,
Oh, may the grace to us be giv'n,
To pass from earth some happy day,
And join thee in the courts of heav'n.
19. St. Anne, Mother of the B. V. Mary.
(July 26th.)
Spotless Anna, Juda's glory,
Through the Church from east to west
Every tongue proclaims thy praises,
Holy Mary's mother blest!
Saintly kings and priestly sires
