“And going into the house, they found the Child with Mary, his Mother.”—Matt. iii, 11.
O what would this life be without our sweet Mother?
—A desert divested of well-springs and trees,
A land without music, light, fragrance, or flowers,
A black, sultry night, without moonlight or breeze!
No solace for souls in their struggles with Satan,
No hope for the sinner engulf’d in despair,
No light for the saint in his doubts and temptations,