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(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.)


There was a little maiden
 In blue and silver drest,
She sang to God in Heaven
 And God within her breast.

It flooded me with pleasure,
 It pierced me like a sword,
When this young maiden sang:  “My soul
 Doth magnify the Lord.”

The stars sing all together
 And hear the angels sing,
But they said they had never heard
 So beautiful a thing.

Saint Mary and Saint Joseph,
 And Saint Elizabeth,
Pray for us poets now
 And at the hour of death.