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AMPHORA VI O seek, O my soul, thy veridical home In the palace of GOD where the work as the will is ! There are wonderful lilies afloat in the foam, And Mary is throned in the midst of the lilies. Go seek, O my soul, in the sorrowful sea, The Cross where GOD’S agony culminates, closes ! The roses are heaped till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the h…
1911 · PDF PAGE 54
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…
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AMPHORA O bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28
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AMPHORA I HE worlds were drunken as with wine When, shimmering from the throne divine, The soul of Mary fixed its ray Within the meek and maiden clay. The stars in mightier music rolled ; The sun achieved a gladder gold ; The moon less pure acclaimed the morn ; —Mary immaculate is born. Rejoice, O children of the earth, At your salvation brought to birth ! This is the perfect period. Mary is born that shall bear GOD. Amen. T 3
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AMPHORA V HE shadows fall about the way ; Strange faces glimmer in the gloom ; The soul clings feebly to the clay. For that, the void ; for this, the tomb ! But Mary sheds a blessed light ; Her perfect face dispels the fears. She charms Her melancholy knight Up to the glad and gracious spheres. O Mary, like a pure perfume Do thou receive this failing breath, And with Thy starry lamp illume The darkling corridors of death ! Amen. T 7
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…inates Our pitiful desires. O Mary ! of Thy Motherhood To all Thy worshippers, Bring us to Thy beatitude Whose sweet impulsion stirs The soul lethargic unto good, The slaves to ministers ! Our Lady, sorrowful and sweet, Thy precious gift bestow ! Thy holy spouse the PARACLETE Breathe down on us below That all the chrism be complete, Thy servants pure as snow ! B 16
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…ther-maid, Within my heart each bleeding blade Shudders, as, meditating Thee, Thy mercy sheds its shower on me ! O mother Mary, from Thy soul Distil the balm to make me whole ; And when the dreary days are done Lead up my spirit to Thy Son ! Amen. B 4
1911 · PDF PAGE 77
…ith us through the Land of Pain, Let not delight quench that which sorrow fanned. O journey with us through the Pleasant Land ! Arise, O soul ! be thy devotion’s dower Keener and gladder every glad keen hour ! The rays of praise outglitter and outrun The candid brilliance of the choral sun. Hear us, O Mary, blessed Queen of GOD ! Bless Thou the wreath as Thou hast blessed the rod ! Endow us from Thy star-embattled coast With the perfections of the HOLY GHOST ! Amen. O 70
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AMPHORA IV HOU star at sea, that still dost point The unimaginable goal, With eucharistic rays anoint The wounds of this my sinful soul ! The seas are strong, the charts obscure ; The compass spells a traitor rune. Do thou exalt thy loyal lure Above the dead deceitful moon ! The sailors mutiny ; the storm Wilder and wilder shrieks and wails, And phantoms ghastly and difform Haunt thy poor captain as he sails. Grant, as death’s iceberg threatens me, Sin’s fog, Satanic spite that bars, That I may keep these eyes on Thee, Star on the sea that blot…
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…O Queen, receive This coarse and oaten sheaf ! O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! No lands have I. Do Thou retrieve My soul, the forfeit fief ! O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! No joy have I. My follies grieve Me with exceeding grief. O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! N 23
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…n, the children of the sun, Turn them to sleep ; but I awake For Mary’s sake—for Mary’s sake. And while these eyes outwatch the stars My soul runs through the golden bars. O clusters that with warp and woof Make up Fate’s web, I stand aloof. The child of Mary stands apart Both from the terror and the dart. No fear, no evil can engage The knight of Mary’s pilgrimage. So in this still and solemn hour Of vigil we proclaim Thy power. Thy benediction, like a balm, Unite our ardour with our calm, And ere the black night pale to grey, Discover Thy div…
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…d pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! Then, O thou mildest maiden mother, Thou feedest us ! our crowns we fling Here at Thy feet, who art no other Than Lady of our King F 27
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AMPHORA X IRACULOUS birth of the roses In the fervour of summer aswing Awaken the soul that reposes To praise of our SAVIOUR the King. Let myrtle and honey and amber Be mixed in the censer and spiced That our worship may cluster and clamber To the mother of CHRIST and the CHRIST. Miraculous birth of the lilies, Afloat in the fountains that spring, One Voice on the lake that is still, is The voice of our SAVIOUR the King. Let corn for His Body be gilded ! Pour wine for His Blood the unpriced ! That a temple of worship be builded For CHRIST and t…