AMPHORA 
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HE worlds were drunken as with wine 
When, shimmering from the throne divine, 
The soul of Mary fixed its ray 
Within the meek and maiden clay. 
 
The stars in mightier music rolled ; 
The sun achieved a gladder gold ; 
The moon less pure acclaimed the morn ; 
—Mary immaculate is born. 
 
Rejoice, O children of the earth, 
At your salvation brought to birth ! 
This is the perfect period. 
Mary is born that shall bear GOD. 
Amen. 
 
T 
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