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The Little Book of the
His Mother is a poor maiden; she wears no silk nor fine linen, no golden gems; but what matter! She is the Maiden-mother, and in her arms lies Jesus.
And in their souls His light shines, and will shine for ever, evermore.
Dear Jesus, I thank Thee.
Draw me by Thy light from all false lights of earth.
My Lord, I will come to Thee, for Thou dost call me. Nothing shall hinder me; neither the fear of trouble, nor of being laughed at or sneered at by others.
Make me brave and constant like the holy Kings.
Mary, dear Mother, show me Jesus, as thou didst to them.
Most Holy Child Jesus, save Thy children.
