AMPHORA 
IV 
 
Vigil 
 
 
HE race of day is duly run, 
And men, the children of the sun, 
Turn them to sleep ; but I awake 
For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. 
And while these eyes outwatch the stars 
My soul runs through the golden bars. 
 
O clusters that with warp and woof 
Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. 
The child of Mary stands apart 
Both from the terror and the dart. 
No fear, no evil can engage 
The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. 
 
So in this still and solemn hour 
Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. 
Thy benediction, like a balm, 
Unite our ardour with our calm, 
And ere the black night pale to grey, 
Discover Thy diviner day ! 
Amen. 
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