AMPHORA 
XIII 
 
Sacrament of Penance 
 
 
Y night I waste upon my bed 
 For Her to whom my worship soars ; 
By day I bow my weary head 
Within Her melancholy doors. 
 
I shall not ever be content 
With earth and all its tedious pleasure. 
I look toward the great event, 
To Mary’s bliss, the starry treasure. 
 
I scourge my body till the blood 
Pours from this heart that hateth light, 
Mix with its tide Thy crystal flood ! 
O Mary, cleanse Thine acolyte ! 
 
Accept this offering of pain ! 
Receive Thy neophyte’s devotion, 
Till to Thy peace he rise again, 
O star of love on sorrow’s ocean ! 
Amen. 
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