1911 · CLOSE READING
Hail Mary
Hail Mary (1911), PDF p. 54
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AMPHORA
III
E still, my soul, and let the sense
Of Her intuitive influence
Steal like the whisper of young rains
Upon thy bleak and barren plains.
By many a mental martyrdom
Our sterile souls to Mary come.
Who passeth through the surge and fire
At last shall win to his desire.
Thy grace for us sufficient still
To smite the arbiters of ill
Shall grant the exceeding great reward
To look by Thee upon the LORD.
Be still, my soul, whate’er assail !
Through Mary they shall not prevail ;
And thou resigned in peace await
Her peace at Her appointed date.
Amen.
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