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 reverence ! 
 
Still be the beatific balm 
To heal, to comfort, and to calm ! 
Still make to bud the barren rod, 
And bring our spirits back to GOD !         Amen. 
W 
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