Amphora

AMPHORA III E praise thee, blessed maid of GOD, That art the spirit in the sod. Thou art the bird within the bower, And Thou the honey in the flower ! Thou art the moon in Egypt’s night ; The shade from Afric’s blasting light ! In all the world of ill we bow To the one good, and that is Thou. For blazing in Thy blessed womb Glitters the CHRIST, a star of doom To cast the stars of evil kings Into the blind abyss of things. Hail, Mary, hail ! Thou didst conceive The Holy Child whom we believe. Draw Thou our loyal spirits hence In rapture and in reverence ! Still be the beatific balm To heal, to comfort, and to calm ! Still make to bud the barren rod, And bring our spirits back to GOD ! Amen. W 5