54. Sweet Mother-maid

*riie moon is in the heavens above,
And its light lies on the foamy sea;
So shines the star of Mary's love
O'er this stormy scene of misery.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!

Oh thou art bright as bright can be,
And as bountiful as thou art brioht;
And welcome is the thought of thee,
As the fra<]:rance of an eastern niirht!
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine.
Sweet Mother-Maid!

Wide earth can give no place of rest,
And for sorrow's tale it hath no ear;
But all woes plead within thy breast.
For it echoes e'en the silent tear.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!

"We are no longer desolate,
Though our sins have stricken us at heart;
Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight,
And thou wert His partner in the smart.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!

Calm as the blessed eye of God
When it looks o'er all this world below,
He bids thee shed His peace abroad
With a secret balm for every woe.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!

By thee we learn, dear spotless Queen!
AVhat a glorious God our God must be;
And in thy glory His is seen,
For He shows Himself when He shotv^s thee.
Our hands to life's hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thiue,
Sweet Mother-Maid!