AMPHORA 
VII 
 
 
 
I 
EFORE the veil of death divide 
 And usher man to bliss or bale 
He hath an hour to heal his pride 
And greet Thee with a glad “ All hail ” ! 
 
CHORUS ; 
Hail Mary, blessed through the ages ! 
Hail Mary, blessed to the term ! 
Thou hast stilled the heathen as he rages, 
And trod upon the laidly worm. 
 
 
II 
In calm and storm, in peace and strife, 
There is a lull ; be ours to scale 
Therein the pinnacles of life 
By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! 
 
 
III 
Some of us conquer and succeed ; 
Some in the battle flinch and fail : 
Thou art enough for either need :— 
All greet Thee with the glad “ All hail ” ! 
Amen. 
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