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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