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Page 1 of 11911 · PDF PAGE 65
AMPHORA XII WAKE the earthly choir To match the host of heaven, Where the seven lamps of mystic fire Shine, and the spirits seven ! In this religious gloom Invoke the light divine As, Mary, in Thy blessed womb GOD made the Daystar shine. This common fruit of earth Be made the Body of grace Even as the flesh by Jesu’s birth Was holy for a space. All things by heavenly power To that redemption come Equal before Thee in the hour Of joy or martyrdom. Amen. A 58
1911 · PDF PAGE 11
…hy beatific breath complete The purpose of the PARACLETE. Where sinful sorrow doth oppress, Thy sinless sorrow doth redress, O maid whom seven demon lords Thrust through the heart with seven swords ! O sweet and sober mother-maid, Within my heart each bleeding blade Shudders, as, meditating Thee, Thy mercy sheds its shower on me ! O mother Mary, from Thy soul Distil the balm to make me whole ; And when the dreary days are done Lead up my spirit to Thy Son ! Amen. B 4
1911 · PDF PAGE 16
…ll The dew of the Ineffable ! O jewelled cup, wherein was poured The precious liquor of the LORD ! Through thee by the infernal goad The seven bleeding sorrows flowed : Thou keepest secret and apart The wounds of JESUS in Thine heart. Through Thee by the divine consent The seven ecstatic joys are sent : Thy secret worship shall inspire Our hearts with His devoted fire. O mother, to Thy house of death We fly from life’s deceitful breath. O star of love upon the sea, We sail to Thee—we sail to Thee ! Amen. O 9
1911 · PDF PAGE 35
… bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28
1911 · PDF PAGE 43
AMPHORA XI EVEN are the Spirits and the lamps are seven ; I saw a wonder in the house of heaven. Behold a woman girded with the sun Beneath whose feet the liquid moon did run ! Twelve were the stars that crowned that shining head Whereon the HOLY GHOST His silence shed, That so Her womb a SAVIOUR should environ To rule the nations with a rod of iron. I saw moreover how She bore the Child, And how the Dragon drave Her to the wild, Loosing a flood of venom ; but the earth Gaped and devoured it in her warrior girth. I saw red war in heaven ; Saint…