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 ! 
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