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Wednesday, 18 March 2026

For [the Silmarils] were set in the Iron Crown, and treasured in Angband above all wealth; and Balrogs were about them, and countless swords, and strong bars, and unassailable walls, and the dark majesty of Morgoth.

['Of Beren and Lúthien']

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O Mother of Perpetual Succour, behold me a miserable sinner at thy feet. I have recourse to thee and put my trust in thee. O Mother of Mercy, have pity upon me. I hear thee called by all the refuge and hope of sinners; be then my refuge and my hope. Succour me for the love of Jesus Christ; stretch forth thy hand to me, a poor sinner, who commends and dedicates myself to thee as thy perpetual servant.

I bless and thank God for having in his mercy given me this confidence in thee, a sure pledge of my eternal salvation. Alas, too often in past times have I miserably fallen because I had not recourse to thee. I know that with thy help, I shall conquer; I know you will help me if I commend myself to thee; but I fear lest in the occasions of sin I should cease to call upon thee and so should lose my soul.

This then is the grace I seek from thee and I beg of thee, as far as I can and know how to do; obtain it for me, namely, in the assaults of hell, always to have recourse to thee and to say to thee: O Mary, help me Mother of Perpetual Succour, suffer me not to lose my God.