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Seed of tenderness,
You were born on a sun-drenched island,
And it burned in your restless soul from the sky a radiance.
That sacred dream of love and compassion.

God embodied in silence in your heart,
And your deep gaze that reflected the sky,
Saw beyond the weeping of pain,
And brought comfort to the sorrowful,
To those thirsty for love.

Your diligent hands,
Generous with care,
Built shelters for the homeless.

You feared nothing,
You faced everything head-on.
Your brave heart pursued your beloved.
And with unwavering faith,
You always lead the way:
The same way that all your daughters follow today.

You were comfort,
You were a calling,
You were a lighthouse and a blaze.
Simple, strong, and fruitful woman,
Your radiance never fades.

Today, we celebrate your birth,
For you continue to be born,
In every sister who consecrates herself,
And in your mission that continues to spread.

Seed of tenderness, Mother Mary Euphrasia,
May we follow your example and be faithful to your grace,
May we continue your work, your life and your legacy

You were born on a sun-drenched island,
And it burned in your restless soul from the sky a radiance.