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Where His children scorn His blessings, and His sacred Shrines despise,—And the beacon of the warriors is the light in Mary's eyes.
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The bugle for their battle is the matin bell for prayer;And for their noble standard Christ's holy Cross they bear;His sacred name their war-cry, 't is in vain what ye can do,They must conquer, for your Angels are leaguing with them too.
VIII.
Would you know, O World, these warriors? Go where the poor, the old,Ask for pardon and for heaven, and you offer food and gold;With healing and with comfort, with words of peace and prayer,Bearing His greatest gift to man—Christ's chosen priests are there.
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Where sin and crime are dwelling, hid from the light of day,And life and hope are fading at Death's cold touch away,Where dying eyes in horror see the long-forgotten past,Christ's servants claim the sinner, and gain his soul at last.
