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… 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. B 59
AMPHORA Till the fullness of Thy light Shine upon the untrodden way, Drown this dull, deceitful night In Thy sempiternal day ! Amen. 19
AMPHORA Yet daily our worship shall quicken The dust, till our souls are sufficed With the fire from the stars of Ye stricken, O CHRIST and O Mother of CHRIST. Amen. 35
AMPHORA Our Lady, let Thy darling dove Our holy wishes heed ! Bring down the Spirit from above, With JESUS intercede, Till all the night dissolve in love That shall be Light indeed ! Amen. 17
…agrance let us lift the hymn Fiery as the Seraphim— Ave, blessed Mary ! Send the sweet and solemn strain Through the far enchanted fane, Till the skies ring back again Ave, blessed Mary ! Purest lips of grace and youth Invocate Thy royal ruth, Conjure by the Word of Truth— Ave, blessed Mary ! Maiden bodies vowed to Thee, Souls of stainless chastity, Cry Thy worship ardently— Ave, blessed Mary ! I 68
AMPHORA VIII LL hail, dread LORD, all hail ! Smite through Thy rended veil Light till our sun grows pale— Eclipsed, discrowned ! Now might not men withstand, Save that one maiden bland Aids with Her splendid hand Them whose poor power is spanned By earth’s sad ground. All hail ! dear CHRIST, all hail ! None could endure Thy pale Anguish ; all creatures veil Their woeful eyes. Joy fills the hells of hate. Thou shalt their rage abate, Conquer the lords of fate, Virgin immaculate, Serene and wise ! A 10
…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 heart of the SAVIOUR. Amen. G 8
…O Mary, let its glamour grow ! Our cold hearts waiting Thee to shine Like sunrise on the utmost snow. Thy favour melt our life in tears, Till, gathering force, our love be hurled An avalanche upon the years, A tempest on the barren world ! As all the clouds of India break In one wild gust upon the sand, And in one week of wonder wake The whole green gladness of the land ; So be Thy mercy on us poured, Thy beauty fill our aching brains ! Although it smite us as a sword And fill us with immortal pains ; Yet in its life our souls revive ; By virtu…