Advent Song
Lady, what songs are bending The tall grasses of your mind,What secret music whispers down your veins,What wax-leaf ponderings, O Virgin Mary,Waken our little shouts of expectation?
Our thoughts have lumbered down a treeless highway,Have sputtered their heavy loftiness, have wept Their protest. Now we hear the distant birdcall Oh, dimly! but the woods have heard it well.The stars are singing in their stupefaction,The giddy little hills are clapping hands.
But Lady, what songs sway The supple grasses of your thoughts,What secret music whispers down your veins?
Glorious things are said about this city Where the small citizen Christ moves in the lanes Of so-brief arteried comfort; but what songs Drift through this templed alabaster town?
We see the windows lighted, Virgin Mary,City of God, by every hymn we raise With chipped and broken voices, and our feeble Vision guesses sacred silhouettes.
But when the little Seed fell in the furrow,The warm and spotless furrow of your heart,Tell us what pure songs stirred your delicate wonder,What secret music whispered down your veins.
Sr. Mary Francis, P.C.
Our thoughts have lumbered down a treeless highway,Have sputtered their heavy loftiness, have wept Their protest. Now we hear the distant birdcall Oh, dimly! but the woods have heard it well.The stars are singing in their stupefaction,The giddy little hills are clapping hands.
But Lady, what songs sway The supple grasses of your thoughts,What secret music whispers down your veins?
Glorious things are said about this city Where the small citizen Christ moves in the lanes Of so-brief arteried comfort; but what songs Drift through this templed alabaster town?
We see the windows lighted, Virgin Mary,City of God, by every hymn we raise With chipped and broken voices, and our feeble Vision guesses sacred silhouettes.
But when the little Seed fell in the furrow,The warm and spotless furrow of your heart,Tell us what pure songs stirred your delicate wonder,What secret music whispered down your veins.
Sr. Mary Francis, P.C.
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