And Mary, who, within her arms
The King of Kings did gather!
And Michael, messenger to earth
From out the Heavenly City,
The Twelve of Apostolic worth,
And last the Lord of Pity!
That so my soul, encircled by their care,
Into Heaven's Golden Halls with joy may fare!




THE WHITE PATERNOSTER.

On going to sleep, think that it is the sleep of Death and that you may
be summoned to the Day of the Mountain of Judgment and say:


I lay me down with God;
May He rest here also,
His Guardian arms around my head,
Christ's Cross my limbs below.


Where wouldst, thou lay thee down?
'Twixt Mary and her Son--
Brigit and her bright mantle,
Colomb and his shield handle,
God and His strong Right Hand.