AMPHORA 
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IRACULOUS birth of the roses 
 In the fervour of summer aswing 
Awaken the soul that reposes 
To praise of our SAVIOUR the King. 
Let myrtle and honey and amber  
Be mixed in the censer and spiced 
That our worship may cluster and clamber 
To the mother of CHRIST and the CHRIST. 
 
Miraculous birth of the lilies, 
Afloat in the fountains that spring, 
One Voice on the lake that is still, is 
The voice of our SAVIOUR the King. 
Let corn for His Body be gilded ! 
Pour wine for His Blood the unpriced ! 
That a temple of worship be builded 
For CHRIST and the Mother of CHRIST. 
 
Too pale the libation we spill is ; 
Too cold is the censer we swing ; 
The glory exceeds of Thy lilies, 
O Mother Divine of the King ! 
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