MARY IMMACULATE
By Eleanor C. Donnelly
“Pure as the snow,” we say. Ah! never flakeFell through the airOne-tenth as fairAs Mary’s soul was made for Christ’s dear sake.Virgin Immaculate,The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows,Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows.“Pure as the stars.” Ah! never lovely nightWore in its diademSo pure a gemAs that which fills the ages with its light.Virgin Immaculate,The peerless splendors of thy soul by farOutshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star.
“Pure as the snow,” we say. Ah! never flakeFell through the airOne-tenth as fairAs Mary’s soul was made for Christ’s dear sake.Virgin Immaculate,The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows,Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows.“Pure as the stars.” Ah! never lovely nightWore in its diademSo pure a gemAs that which fills the ages with its light.Virgin Immaculate,The peerless splendors of thy soul by farOutshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star.
“Pure as the snow,” we say. Ah! never flakeFell through the airOne-tenth as fairAs Mary’s soul was made for Christ’s dear sake.Virgin Immaculate,The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows,Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows.
“Pure as the snow,” we say. Ah! never flake
Fell through the air
One-tenth as fair
As Mary’s soul was made for Christ’s dear sake.
Virgin Immaculate,
The whitest whiteness of the Alpine snows,
Beside thy stainless spirit, dusky grows.
“Pure as the stars.” Ah! never lovely nightWore in its diademSo pure a gemAs that which fills the ages with its light.Virgin Immaculate,The peerless splendors of thy soul by farOutshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star.
“Pure as the stars.” Ah! never lovely night
Wore in its diadem
So pure a gem
As that which fills the ages with its light.
Virgin Immaculate,
The peerless splendors of thy soul by far
Outshine the glow of heaven’s serenest star.