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Katharine Tynan - Salutation
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To you and you and you who have given
     Two sons for England`s sake,--what word? 
Oh, there is weeping heard in Heaven
     And Mary`s heart has the Eighth Sword. 


Henceforth as you go through the town
     The folk who see you go and come
Will doff their hats to your renown, 
     With: Salvete flores Martyrum! 


O chosen from all women and men
     For that high lonely destiny! 
Now that we look at you, `tis plain
     God set a mark to know you by. 


Your cross was growing in the tree
     Before the golden world was made; 
Your martyr`s palms began to be
     Before "Let there be Light" was said. 


And still where`er you come and go
     The world`s the lighter for your load. 
Who thinks on common things and low
     When your high sorrow takes the road? 


O predestined and pre-elect 
     `Tis you must bear the glorious scars. 
Stand up, dear Saints, white and erect, 
     The wounded in the heavenly wars. 


Beloved, afflicted, marked for grace. 
     God`s folk who watch you go and come, 
Call, leaning from their Paradise place, 
      Salvete flores Martyrum!
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