OUR LADY’S EXPECTATION

As steal the first grey heralds of the morn
In ripples of light o’er the sea,
So rapturous thrills of a joy unborn
Must have come, O Mary, to thee!
Faint tremblings of waves whose low refrain
Soft beat on the shores of thy virginal heart,
Where finite and Infinite both had part.

Of the Word was that wordless melody,
And His Heart was the heart of the ecstasy
That whispered of Peace to be born of pain,
When over Judea the glad refrain
Should be sung by angels Christmas morn,
In heavenly harmony—Christ is born!

— Anonymous

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