The Mother of Heaven at Kevlaar,is clad in Her finest gown.

To-day she has much doing,

the sick are thronging the town.

The sick, the lame and the crippledbring Her an offering.

Limbs that of wax are fashioned,wax feet and hands they bring.

And whoever shall bring a wax hand,his hand is healed of its pain,

and who brings a foot wax fashioned,his foot is whole again.