Hail Mary

AMPHORA X IRACULOUS birth of the roses In the fervour of summer aswing Awaken the soul that reposes To praise of our SAVIOUR the King. Let myrtle and honey and amber Be mixed in the censer and spiced That our worship may cluster and clamber To the mother of CHRIST and the CHRIST. Miraculous birth of the lilies, Afloat in the fountains that spring, One Voice on the lake that is still, is The voice of our SAVIOUR the King. Let corn for His Body be gilded ! Pour wine for His Blood the unpriced ! That a temple of worship be builded For CHRIST and the Mother of CHRIST. Too pale the libation we spill is ; Too cold is the censer we swing ; The glory exceeds of Thy lilies, O Mother Divine of the King ! M 34