To you, Mary,
A thousand hearts are lifted.
In this shadow life
They would yearn only for you.
They hope to be delivered
With presentient desire –
If only you would press them, Holy Being,
To your true breast.
– Novalis
To you, Mary,
A thousand hearts are lifted.
In this shadow life
They would yearn only for you.
They hope to be delivered
With presentient desire –
If only you would press them, Holy Being,
To your true breast.
– Novalis