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1908 · PDF PAGE 70

Amphora

…A I Feast of the Nativity HE Virgin lies at Bethlehem (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) The root of David shoots a stem. (O HOLY SPIRIT, shadow Her !) She lies alone amid the kine. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) The straw is fragrant as with wine. (O HOLY SPIRIT, shadow her !) There are three Kings upon the road. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She hath thrice blest the Name of GOD. (O HOLY SPIRIT, shadow her !) There stands her star above the sky. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She hath thrice blest the …

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1908 · PDF PAGE 58

Amphora

…om the infernal kings ! O shield me in your span, ye everlasting wings ! I kneel at Mary’s shrine ; the incense fumes ascend To bring my spirit through to GOD’S appointed end. Though in the valley of the shade of death I be, I fear not ; for Thy rod and staff they comfort me. I imprecate the aid of Mary, Mother mild ! The asp and dragon bow before Her Holy Child. The heathen did uprise ; the folk of fear and doubt. Great bulls of Bashan did encompass me about. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled bef…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 24

Amphora

AMPHORA Our Lady, let Thy darling dove Our holy wishes heed ! Bring down the Spirit from above, With JESUS intercede, Till all the night dissolve in love That shall be Light indeed ! Amen. 17

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1908 · PDF PAGE 11

Amphora

…cy 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

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1908 · PDF PAGE 25

Amphora

AMPHORA XIII ARY, Mother of our GOD, Hear our faint ecstatic prayer ! Kindle Spirit in the clod ! Kindle hope in our despair ! Be His saving mercy spilt Like a fountain on our sin ! Match His Godhead with our guilt ! Light the love of GOD within ! O majestic ! O Divine ! O most merciful and pure ! Let our spirits at Thy shrine Humbled, gladden and endure ! Help the weakness of our sight Blind before Thy radiant face ! Bring us to Thy full delight By the ardour of Thy grace ! Darkling doors and dangerous In the ways of life and death :— Cleanse …

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1908 · PDF PAGE 20

Amphora

…llows of ether ! the cymbal is shaken and sounds ! Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death, Live with the Fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath ! Sound, O sound ! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee ! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me ! Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils, and love in the breast, Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest ! Shine, O shine ! Flame through the sky in the strength of the…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 34

Amphora

… Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! Then, O thou mildest maiden mother, Thou feedest us ! our crowns we fling Here at Thy feet, who art no other Than Lady of our King F 27

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1908 · PDF PAGE 12

Amphora

AMPHORA III E praise thee, blessed maid of GOD, That art the spirit in the sod. Thou art the bird within the bower, And Thou the honey in the flower ! Thou art the moon in Egypt’s night ; The shade from Afric’s blasting light ! In all the world of ill we bow To the one good, and that is Thou. For blazing in Thy blessed womb Glitters the CHRIST, a star of doom To cast the stars of evil kings Into the blind abyss of things. Hail, Mary, hail ! Thou didst conceive The Holy Child whom we believe. Draw Thou our loyal spirits hence In rapture and in r…

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