Mother in Maidenhood
!
Saintly
Beatitude
!
Queen of the Angel Host !
Bride of the Holy Ghost!
Ave Maria !
[Exemii Pilgrims.
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The love of Isis !
No mere love to Her
That is inborn
in every soul of us !
It is Her love to Christ that we must taste,
Uniting us with Her eternal sigh.
There is a problem infinite again.
I have not gained one jot since first I saw
The stately bosom of the Venusberg,
Save that mine eyes have seen
a little truth,
My body found a little weariness.
I am very feeble
!
Hither comes
the hunt !
\_A horn winds quite
close
by.
The noble, doomed, swift beauty !
Closer yet
Pant the long hounds !
What heart he has !
One, two !
See the brach dying by his bloody flank !
So could not Tannhauser
awhile ago.
My help lay outside and above myself
What skills him he is brave ?
He ends the same.
Poor stag!
Here sweep
the foremost hunters up.
My very kinsmen
!
There rides Wolfram
too
!
The proper minstrel !
The ideal lover !
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