ROMA MATER SEMPAETERNA
By Shaemas O. Sheel
The blue skies bend and are about her furled,A maiden mantle; and with lilies brightThe sun daywhiles doth crown her, and at nightWith stars her garment’s border is empearled.Not a king’s favorite, perfumed and curled,Is half so fair; no queen of martial mightSo potent as the Mother of the Light,The Mary of the Cities of the World!Eternal Mother, at whose breasts of whiteThe infant Church was suckled and made strongWith the sweet milk of heavenly Truth and Love,O thou that art all nations set above,Strengthen us still because the way is long,Mary of Cities, Mother of the Light!
The blue skies bend and are about her furled,A maiden mantle; and with lilies brightThe sun daywhiles doth crown her, and at nightWith stars her garment’s border is empearled.Not a king’s favorite, perfumed and curled,Is half so fair; no queen of martial mightSo potent as the Mother of the Light,The Mary of the Cities of the World!Eternal Mother, at whose breasts of whiteThe infant Church was suckled and made strongWith the sweet milk of heavenly Truth and Love,O thou that art all nations set above,Strengthen us still because the way is long,Mary of Cities, Mother of the Light!
The blue skies bend and are about her furled,A maiden mantle; and with lilies brightThe sun daywhiles doth crown her, and at nightWith stars her garment’s border is empearled.Not a king’s favorite, perfumed and curled,Is half so fair; no queen of martial mightSo potent as the Mother of the Light,The Mary of the Cities of the World!
The blue skies bend and are about her furled,
A maiden mantle; and with lilies bright
The sun daywhiles doth crown her, and at night
With stars her garment’s border is empearled.
Not a king’s favorite, perfumed and curled,
Is half so fair; no queen of martial might
So potent as the Mother of the Light,
The Mary of the Cities of the World!
Eternal Mother, at whose breasts of whiteThe infant Church was suckled and made strongWith the sweet milk of heavenly Truth and Love,O thou that art all nations set above,Strengthen us still because the way is long,Mary of Cities, Mother of the Light!
Eternal Mother, at whose breasts of white
The infant Church was suckled and made strong
With the sweet milk of heavenly Truth and Love,
O thou that art all nations set above,
Strengthen us still because the way is long,
Mary of Cities, Mother of the Light!