THE MAID OF NAZARETH
A
little Maid of Nazareth
in
sweet delight caressed
a
downy, bright-eyed fledgling
fallen
from its nest.
In
answer to its frightened cry,
like
the flurry of breeze
anxious
twittering songsters
fluttered
from the trees.
The
same sweet Maid of Nazareth
gently
to her pressed
the
little truant Son of God
soft-breathing
there, at rest.
In
swift and eager answer
to
His first waking sigh
a
myriad of angels
swept
from the sky.
Sister M Genoveva CSC
In: Robert. 1946
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