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Show OUR MODEL. I By Philip Lawrence McMahon nl The Republic. Patterns and models are held to our view, Models ot heroes so grand and so true; Ideals of courage, ot valor and name, Oi learning, ot Deauty, oi wealth and of lame. Some have been leaders, and rulers of men, Some become famous with sword and I with pen; I Some have led armies in midst of the fire, I tSut these are not models that i will I desire. j Though great is their work, and great iney may be. Such modCiS were never intended for me; j There's but one model, one worthy oi I love, 'Tis Mary, Queen of the Angels, above. 'Tis she who is fairer than any on earth, Tne Virgin who to our Kedeemer gave birth, That Ave might be freed from the bondage bond-age of sirr, And tnus our reward in eternity win. 'Tis she that brought light to this dark world of ours, The lairest and brightest of earth's choicest Howers; 'Tis she who will be to us ever a friend When our pilgrimage here shall come to its end. It is she of whom is has often been said ! Who would trample and crush the ser- j p.iu s dark nead; 'Tis sue decked witn beauty andvirtue so rare, It is ,;aiy, our Mother, our Queen, so ,lair! A mother so patient, so peaceful, so mild, With wutchlul eyes guiding tarth s Wj.a- dtnng cnua; With coiiuort and help always ready is she, The heip of the Christian, the Star of tne Sea! Her picture is found in the humblest of nomes ; Likewise in the mansions with bright gilded domes; The prince and the lord lay their gifts at her shrine. The beggar iinds joy at her altar of pine. The priest and the layman, the peasant and king, Their voices unite in her praises to sing: AH tongues and all nations her sacred name hail,, 'Tis heard in the cloister beneath the dropped vail. O. Mary, O Mother, Immaculate Queen, Thou Lily oc Israel, maiden serene; if only with talent my mind was possessed. pos-sessed. The world I would tell of the Virgin ! thrice blest. - ; On hiliside, in valley, through forest, on shore. Thy iove and thy virtue I'd tell o'er and o'er; Thy love for the sinner among us would spread. And light would return to the souls that ' are dead. . - , Our hearts, dearest Mother, with zeal j then will burn. The temptlngs of Satan in scorn we will I spurn; ; And unto the throne of thy Son will be given Thus glory on earth, and glory in heaven. |