E’en higher she is raised,

And on a pedestal enthroned,

Sweet reverence is paid;

Yes, behold Christ’s blessed mother,

Ideal of womanhood,

Inspiring theme for poets’ dreams,

All graciousness and good.

So woman in thy sphere as queen,

And mother of the race,

God gave to you of all on earth,

The highly honored place

Of teacher, sculptor of mankind,

For with your hands you mould

The plastic mind of youth and child,

More precious far than gold.

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CHRISTMAS LYRIC. (Mystery of Love.)

Myst’ry of love, most holy love,

We worship thee our new born king,

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