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Hail Mary
Hail Mary (1911), PDF p. 87
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AMPHORA
XIII
EIL not Thy splendour in the shrine,
O Mary, let its glamour grow !
Our cold hearts waiting Thee to shine
Like sunrise on the utmost snow.
Thy favour melt our life in tears,
Till, gathering force, our love be hurled
An avalanche upon the years,
A tempest on the barren world !
As all the clouds of India break
In one wild gust upon the sand,
And in one week of wonder wake
The whole green gladness of the land ;
So be Thy mercy on us poured,
Thy beauty fill our aching brains !
Although it smite us as a sword
And fill us with immortal pains ;
Yet in its life our souls revive ;
By virtue of Thee we endure.
The end of endings must arrive,
Madonna !—and the end is sure. Amen.
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