W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
The Virgin Mary Visiting Elizabeth
From the Parisian BreviaryTranslated by Isaac Williams
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O’er which the Virgin flies,
To whom the starry skies
Would their glad summits bow.
Long hid in quiet home,
She now abroad doth come,
With charity her shield.
She flies from human eyes,—
Not to be seen, she flies,
And fears lest aught betray.
Put forth your fragrance sweet;—
Blest hills, that felt her feet,
The mother with her God.
She now doth silence break,
Of heavenly things to speak,
And where her footsteps rest.
The Son, who saves the lost,
The guiding Holy Ghost,
We praise Thee without end.