AMPHORA 
VII 
 
 
 HAPPY flower, on whom there fell 
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 
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