Amphora

AMPHORA II NSHRINED in cloistral sanctity I sit and worship solemnly. Mary is everything to me. I hail Thee holy Mary. By day and night I sit alone Mute as a monument of stone, And meditate before the throne Of bright and blessed Mary. I see Her glory from afar Gleam like some cold and sacred star Among the solitudes that are The shrines of blessed Mary. Bid Thou these filmy eyes to see ! Turn Thou this heart to grace and gree ! Bring Thou my sense-dulled self to Thee, O bright and blessed Mary ! The song may cease, but through the air Ever shall course the perfect prayer Even to Thy heart, O royal, rare, And holy Virgin Mary ! E 45