Main Street and Other Poems(12)

    （For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, 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.