31.12.2010, 18:36
OUR MARY AND THE CHILD-MUMMY.
When the four quarters of the world shall rise,
Men, women, children, at the Judgment-time,
Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime,
Shall drop her mask, and with dark new-born eyes
Salute our English Mary, loved and lost ;
The Father knows her little scroll of prayer,
And life as pure as His Egyptian air ;
For, though she knew not Jesus, nor the cost
At which He won the world, she learn'd to pray ;
And though our own sweet babe on Christ's good name
Spent her last breath, premonish'd and advised
Of Him, and in His glorious Church baptized,
She will not spurn this old-world child away,
Nor put her poor embalmed heart to shame.
When the four quarters of the world shall rise,
Men, women, children, at the Judgment-time,
Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime,
Shall drop her mask, and with dark new-born eyes
Salute our English Mary, loved and lost ;
The Father knows her little scroll of prayer,
And life as pure as His Egyptian air ;
For, though she knew not Jesus, nor the cost
At which He won the world, she learn'd to pray ;
And though our own sweet babe on Christ's good name
Spent her last breath, premonish'd and advised
Of Him, and in His glorious Church baptized,
She will not spurn this old-world child away,
Nor put her poor embalmed heart to shame.