Volume 1 — THE SINGING GIRL (For the Rev. Edward F. Garesché, S.J.)

There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang to God in Heaven And God within her breast. It flooded me with pleasure, It pierced me like a sword, When this young maiden sang: “My soul Doth magnify the Lord.” The stars sing all together And hear the angels sing, But they said they had never heard So beautiful a thing. Saint Mary and Saint Joseph, And Saint Elizabeth, Pray for us poets now And at the hour of death.