SPRING AT LOURDES
In the clefts of the rock the dove,
in the hollows of the wall *
the beautiful one, my love,
comely, slender and tall.
The flowers at last in our land -
sandalling slim white feet,
the voice of the turtle, and
a voice that is strange and sweet.
Here let the heart abide,
for winter is over and done
where heaven is opened wide
on a woman clothed with the sun.**
Sister M St Virginia BVM
America. 18 March 1944
Used with permission
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* Solomon: Canticle of Canticles 11:14
** Apocalypse X11:1
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