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Virgin of Chrisaginao, delight of angels and saints,
Beloved Awistrel, who beneath the dome of stars innumerable
sang sweetly among both the lowly and the mighty,
with equal kindness, an unbiased love.
Through you sleeping hearts are kindled,
Through you sorrow is tempered into wisdom;
The noble are guided to Truth by your gentle hand.
Beloved Awistrel, who beneath the dome of stars innumerable
sang sweetly among both the lowly and the mighty,
with equal kindness, an unbiased love.
Through you sleeping hearts are kindled,
Through you sorrow is tempered into wisdom;
The noble are guided to Truth by your gentle hand.