By John Davidson
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The wardress raised her tenderly;
She touched her wet and fast-shut eyes;
"Look, sister; sister, look at me;
Look; can you see through my disguise?"
She touched her wet and fast-shut eyes;
"Look, sister; sister, look at me;
Look; can you see through my disguise?"
She looked and saw her own sad face,
And trembled, wondering, "Who art thou?"
"God sent me down to fill your place:
I am the Virgin Mary now."
And trembled, wondering, "Who art thou?"
"God sent me down to fill your place:
I am the Virgin Mary now."
And with the word, God's mother shone:
The wanderer whispered, "Mary, hail!"
The vision helped her to put on
Bracelet and fillet, ring and veil.
The wanderer whispered, "Mary, hail!"
The vision helped her to put on
Bracelet and fillet, ring and veil.
"You are sister to the mountains now,
And sister to the day and night;
Sister to God;" and on the brow
She kissed her thrice, and left her sight.
And sister to the day and night;
Sister to God;" and on the brow
She kissed her thrice, and left her sight.
While dreaming in her cloudy bed,
Far in the crimson orient land,
On many a mountain's happy head
Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.
Far in the crimson orient land,
On many a mountain's happy head
Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.
