MARY'S CANTICLE
Dear Mary walked along the rugged way
that led to her fond cousin's humble home,
'twas not her wish for pleasure's sake to roam
she went serenely and without delay
her acts of love to do. What she would say
had never yet been writ in any tome
on earth's wide plains, across the ocean foam.
Sweet Mary raised her voice to sing and pray.
When Mary sang, the angels stooped to hear
grand words that angels ne'er had heard before.
The canticle that rose from earth below
was filled with joy so pure and crystal clear,
they knew that one on earth did God adore
whose soul was white as freshly fallen snow.
Sister St Stanislas CDP
In: Robert. 1944
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