A Celebration of Women Writers

"Maid Mary." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 59.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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MAID MARY sat at her cottage door
  By the Lake of Galilee;
Tall and stately her lilies were,
But never was lily one-half so fair
  Or half so pure as she.
(O Mary, Maid and Mother of God,
  I pray you, pray for me.)

The shadows darkened along the shore
  Of the Lake of Galilee;
What steps were those, as the twilight fell ?
Lo, God's great angel, Gabriel:
  "Hail, blessed of God! " spake he.
(O Gabriel, Prince of the hosts of God,
  I pray you, pray for me.)

Maid Mary knelt on her cottage floor
  By the Lake of Galilee;
And kneeling, dreamed strange dreams and sweet
Of baby fingers and dimpled feet,
  And a Holy Thing to be:
(O Christ, the Virgin-born Son of God,
  I pray You, pray for me.)

But she did not dream, as the night passed o'er
  By the Lake of Galilee,
Of the weary ways that the feet should tread,
Of a thorny crown for a baby head,
  Or a cross on Calvary.
(O Son of Mary, O thorn-crowned God,
  I pray You, pray for me.)

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom