AMPHORA 
XII 
 
 
NDER the shade of flowering trees 
We kneel (Thine ardent devotees) 
And in Thy mercy find our ease. 
 
Beside the pleasant streams we move, 
Our thoughts concentrated on the above, 
And find our joyance in Thy love. 
 
When Death’s cold stream runs black and 
chill, 
And yew and cypress haunt the hill, 
Be Thou our love and comfort still. 
 
Receive us (by Thy Motherhood) 
By deathless stream and fadeless wood 
In Thy celestial solitude. 
Amen. 
 
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