MARY IMMACULATE. In the midst of Jucla's plains Grew a. lily free from stains. Zephyrs mild about it waved, H eaven's dews its petals laved. Round about it sunbeams played, Here a home the perfumes made; 路 A nd the fragrance from it fell Far and wide o'er vale and dell. As it grew its gentle form, Stood untouched by rain or storm ; And its calix was so fair, God's own spirit tarried there. M.
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