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Supernæ Matris Gaudia.
This Sequence, to my mind one of the loveliest that Adam ever wrote, was not in the first edition of the present book. I translated it for the Hymnal Noted, whence it has been copied into several hymnals.
The Church, on earth, with answering love,
Echoes her mother's joys above:
These yearly feast-days she may keep,
And yet for endless festals weep.
In this world's valley, dim and wild,
That Mother must assist the child;
And heavenly guards must pitch their tents,
And range their ranks in our defence.
The world, the flesh, and Satan's rage,
Their differing wars against us wage;
And when their phantom-hosts come on,
The Sabbath of the heart is gone:
