Lady, look upon this land,
This land so dear to thee;
Pray that from city unto sand,
Thine again she may be!
Pray that, amid the wolf-like throng,
Some saintly sheep may rise,
Whose pray'rs, like Thine, may be so strong
As to uncloud men's eyes.
Let England, Thy Dowry, return to the Faith
From wave-crashed shore to shore;
And let her great people stay true to the death:
Smile on us, Maid, once more!
(6th November,2007. /PRO CONVERSIONE ANGLIÆ, DOTIS MARIÆ
FOR THE CONVERSION OF ENGLAND, THE DOWRY OF MARY)
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