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By a heavenly arrangment the Tenth Anniversary of the return of Papa Stronsay to its monastic use was Pentecost Sunday. Usually the 31st May is the feast of the Queenship of Mary. In the late afternoon we went to Stronsay to process about 5 miles along the length of the island to the Station Pier, close by Papa Stronsay. The weather was glorious in the extreme.
The object of our procession was:
1) To give public thanks to Our Lady for all the graces She has obtained for us, especially that of our full and perfect union with the See of Peter;
2) To consecrate the Congregation of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer to Her Immaculate Heart, by an Act of Total Consecration;
3) To consecrate Stronsay to Her Immaculate Heart; and
4) To renew the consecration of Papa Stronsay to Her Immaculate Heart.
Point of Departure Scoulters, South Stronsay
The sacred Image of the Immaculate
exposed the length of Stronsay
As the procession passed
The sacred Image of the Immaculate
exposed the length of Stronsay
As the procession passed
the cattle ran to the fences
+ She is the Immaculate Queen of these Isles +
Procession nears Whitehall Village
Papa Stronsay in the background across the water
+ The Queen awaits Her Royal Barge +
All on and about Papa Stronsay belongs to Her:
Her subjects, Her island, Her waters.
Evviva Maria!
+ Hail Queen of Heaven, the Ocean Star +
This is the Image of the Queen
Who reigns in bliss above
Of Her Who is the Hope of Men,
Whom men and angels love,
Most Holy Mary at Thy Feet,
I bend a suppliant knee,
In this Thy own sweet month of May,
Dear Mother of my God I pray,
Do Thou remember me.
+ She is the Immaculate Queen of these Isles +
Procession nears Whitehall Village
Papa Stronsay in the background across the water
+ The Queen awaits Her Royal Barge +
All on and about Papa Stronsay belongs to Her:
Her subjects, Her island, Her waters.
Evviva Maria!
+ Hail Queen of Heaven, the Ocean Star +
This is the Image of the Queen
Who reigns in bliss above
Of Her Who is the Hope of Men,
Whom men and angels love,
Most Holy Mary at Thy Feet,
I bend a suppliant knee,
In this Thy own sweet month of May,
Dear Mother of my God I pray,
Do Thou remember me.
How fair soever be the form
Which here your eyes behold,
Its beauty is by Mary's self
Excell'd a thousandfold.
The St. Alphonsus approaches Papa Stronsay
Sweet are the flow'rets we have culled
This image to adorn;
But sweeter far is Mary's self,
That rose without a thorn!
This image to adorn;
But sweeter far is Mary's self,
That rose without a thorn!
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