AMPHORA 
O plumed and puissant couriers ! 
O Angels clothed and crowned with light ! 
O mild and matchless ministers 
Of GOD, how deep the silence stirs 
At this our choral might ! 
 
Hail to the Virgin !  Hail !  the streams 
Are gathered in the starry river ; 
The incense column subtly steams 
Up past the palaces of dreams :— 
To Mary, Hail for ever ! 
 
Hail to the Virgin, Hail !  the sea 
Is one ; the stars divide and pale 
Before Thy single ecstasy 
Of light, O moon of majesty ! 
Hail to Thee !  Hail !  All hail ! 
Amen. 
 
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