The valley of the shadows tenebrous,
The valley of tears, the valley desolate
We tread where fiends of ravin and of hate
Strike mortal cold to hearts most valorous;
Mother, we cry to thee: our need is great;
To thee we send up voices clamorous;
Bend pitying eyes upon our woeful state,
Mother of the Saviour, Mary Immaculate,
Mary Annunciate, Mary Dolorous,
Mary in Glory, pray thy Son for us,
That He send forth the Dove from Heaven's gate
Into our wasted lands and devastate,
That He Who is our Peace rule over us
In Peace that wars no more may desecrate.
R. L. GALES.
