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   See, I have climbed the mountain side

   Up to this holy house of God,

   Where once that Angel-Painter trod

Who saw the heavens opened wide,

   And throned upon the crescent moon

   The Virginal white Queen of Grace, —

   Mary! could I but see thy face

Death could not come at all too soon.

   O crowned by God with thorns and pain!

   Mother of Christ!  O mystic wife!

   My heart is weary of this life

And over-sad to sing again.

   O crowned by God with love and flame!

   O crowned by Christ the Holy One!

   O listen ere the searching sun

Show to the world my sin and shame.