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Nineteenth Rose

Whenever I say Hail Mary
The court of heaven rejoices And the earth
Is lost in wonderment.
And I despise the world
And my heart is brim full
Of the love of God
When I say
Hail Mary;
All my fears Wilt and die
And my passions are quelled
If I say
Hail Mary; Devotion grows Within me
And sorrow for sin
Awakens When I say Hail Mary.
Hope is made strong
In my breast
And the dew of consolation
Falls on my soul
More and more
Because I say
Hail Mary.
And my spirit Rejoices
And sorrow fades away When I say
Hail Mary

 For the sweetness of this blessed salutation is so great that there
are no words to explain it adequately, and even when its won­
ders have been sung, we still find it so full of mystery and so
profound that its depths can never be plumbed. It has but few words but is exceeding rich in
mystery; it is sweeter than honey and more precious than gold. We should often meditate upon
it in our hearts and have it ever upon our lips so as to say it devoutly again and again."
Blessed Alan says that a nun who had always had great
devotion to the Holy Rosary appeared after death to one of

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