Blessed be thou, O Mary, the honor and the joy of thy people!
On the day of thy glorious Assumption, thou didst take possession of thy queenly dignity for our sake; and the history of the human race are a record of thy merciful interventions.
The captives whose chains thou hast broken, and whom thou hast set free from the degrading yoke of the Saracens, may be reckoned by millions.
We are still rejoicing in the recollection of thy dear birthday; and thy smile is sufficient to dry our tears and chase away the clouds of grief.
And yet, what sorrows there are still upon the earth, where thou thyself didst drink such long draughts from the cup of suffering!
Sorrows are sanctifying and beneficial to some but there are other and unprofitable grief, springing from social injustice: the drudgery of the factory, or the tyranny of the strong over the weak, may be worse than slavery in Algiers or Tunis.
Thou alone, O Mary, canst break the inextricable chains, in which the cunning prince of darkness entangles the dupes he has deceived by the high- sounding names of equality and liberty.
Show thyself a Queen, by coming to the rescue. The whole earth, the entire human race, cries out to thee, in the words of Mordechai: ‘Speak to the King for us, and deliver us from death!’ Amen.
Our Lady of Ransom, pray for us!
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