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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother of the Fair Delight,<br>Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,<br>Now sitting fourth beside the Three,<br>Thyself a woman-Trinity,—<br>Being a daughter born to God, <br>Mother of Christ from stall to rood,<br>And wife unto the Holy Ghost:—<br>Oh when our need is uttermost,<br>Think that to such as death may strike<br>Thou once wert sister sisterlike!<br>Thou headstone of humanity,<br>Groundstone of the great Mystery,<br>Fashioned like us, yet more than we!<br>Mind'st thou not (when June's heavy breath<br>Warmed the long days in Nazareth,)<br>That eve thou didst go forth to give<br>Thy flowers some drink that they might live<br>One faint night more amid the sands?<br>Far off the trees were as pale wands<br>Against the fervid sky: the sea<br>Sighed further off eternally<br>As human sorrow sighs in sleep.<br>Then suddenly the awe grew deep, <br>As of a day to which all days<br>Were footsteps in God's secret ways:<br>Until a folding sense, like prayer,<br>Which is, as God is, everywhere,<br>Gathered about thee; and a voice<br>Spake to thee without any noise,<br>Being of the silence:—“Hail,” it said,<br>“Thou that art highly favourèd;<br>The Lord is with thee here and now;<br>Blessed among all women thou.”<br>Ah! knew'st thou of the end, when first<br>That Babe was on thy bosom nurs'd?—<br>Or when He tottered round thy knee<br>Did thy great sorrow dawn on thee?—<br>And through His boyhood, year by year<br>Eating with Him the Passover, <br>Didst thou discern confusedly <br>That holier sacrament, when He,<br>The bitter cup about to quaff,<br>Should break the bread and eat thereof?—<br>Or came not yet the knowledge, even<br>Till on some day forecast in Heaven<br>His feet passed through thy door to press<br>Upon His Father's business?—<br>Or still was God's high secret kept?<br>Nay, but I think the whisper crept<br>Like growth through childhood. Work and play,<br>Things common to the course of day,<br>Awed thee with meanings unfulfill'd;<br>And all through girlhood, something still'd<br>Thy senses like the birth of light,<br>When thou hast trimmed thy lamp at night <br>Or washed thy garments in the stream;<br>To whose white bed had come the dream<br>That He was thine and thou wast His<br>Who feeds among the field-lilies.<br>O solemn shadow of the end<br>In that wise spirit long contain'd!<br>O awful end! and those unsaid <br>Long years when It was Finishèd!<br>Mind'st thou not (when the twilight gone<br>Left darkness in the house of John,)<br>Between the naked window-bars<br>That spacious vigil of the stars?—<br>For thou, a watcher even as they,<br>Wouldst rise from where throughout the day<br>Thou wroughtest raiment for His poor;<br>And, finding the fixed terms endure<br>Of day and night which never brought<br>Sounds of His coming chariot,<br>Wouldst lift through cloud-waste unexplor'd<br>Those eyes which said, “How long, O Lord?”<br>Then that disciple whom He loved,<br>Well heeding, haply would be moved<br>To ask thy blessing in His name;<br>And that one thought in both, the same<br>Though silent, then would clasp ye round<br>To weep together,—tears long bound,<br>Sick tears of patience, dumb and slow.<br>Yet, “Surely I come quickly,”—so<br>He said, from life and death gone home.<br>Amen: even so, Lord Jesus, come!<br>But oh! what human tongue can speak<br>That day when Michael came to break<br>From the tir'd spirit, like a veil,<br>Its covenant with Gabriel <br>Endured at length unto the end? <br>What human thought can apprehend <br>That mystery of motherhood <br>When thy Beloved at length renew'd<br>The sweet communion severèd,—<br>His left hand underneath thine head<br>And His right hand embracing thee?—<br>Lo! He was thine, and this is He!<br>Soul, is it Faith, or Love, or Hope,<br>That lets me see her standing up<br>Where the light of the Throne is bright?<br>Unto the left, unto the right,<br>The cherubim, succinct, conjoint,<br>Float inward to a golden point,<br>And from between the seraphim<br>The glory issues for a hymn.<br>O Mary Mother, be not loth <br>To listen,—thou whom the stars clothe,<br>Who seëst and mayst not be seen! <br>Hear us at last, O Mary Queen!<br>Into our shadow bend thy face,<br>Bowing thee from the secret place,<br>O Mary Virgin, full of grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,
Now sitting fourth beside the Three,
Thyself a woman-Trinity,—
Being a daughter born to God, 
Mother of Christ from stall to rood,
And wife unto the Holy Ghost:—
Oh when our nee..."></div>
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