As the vanguard of our spirit's march to light She the Mother of the eternal smile, The beacon that obliterates the night Against the forces of the world's denial, Who heals our mortal wounds and in her eyes We see the joy that made the world for love. She opens the flaming doors of Paradise And towards her truth ours souls from darkness move.
Poems Undated (1727)
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