MARY

Mary! A Name too pure
for mortal lips
Or language of the seraphim,
First borrowed from the songs
of heaven,
It stirs the soul, yet soothes
our fears.
O Mary! Who, in joy, or tears,
While onward o'er the surges
driven,
Hath e'er unaided called on
thee,
Thou Star of life's tempestuous
sea!
Sweet Name of power and
virgin love,
Fair as the spotless heavens
above,
Bright as the wave beneath
the sun,
Pure as the cloudless diamond.
Tabernacle and Purgatory - September 1960.

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