On the Feast of the Assumption
“Mary, uplifted to our sight
In cloudy vesture stainless-white,
Why are thine eyes like stars alight,
Twin flames of charity?”
“Mine eyes are on His glorious face
That shone not on earth’s darkened place,
But clothed and crowned me with grace—
The God who fathered me!”
“Mary, against the sinless glow
Of angel pinions white as snow,
Why are thy fair lips parted so
In ecstasy of love?”
“My lips are parted to His breath
Who breathed on me in Nazareth
And gave me life to live in death—
My Spouse, the spotless Dove!”
“Mary, whose eager feet would spurn
The very clouds, whose pale hands yearn
Toward rifted Heaven that fires burn
Where once was fixed the sword?”
“The fires I felt when His child head
Lay on this mother’s heart that bled,
And when it lay there stark and dead—
My little Child, my Lord!”