Mary! A Name too pure for mortal lips
Or language of the seraphim,
First borrowed from the songs of heaven,
It stirs the soul, yet soothes our fears.
O Mary! Who, in joy, or tears,
While onward o'er the surges driven,
Hath e'er unaided called on thee,
Thou Star of life's tempestuous sea!
Sweet Name of power and virgin love,
Fair as the spotless heavens above,
Bright as the wave beneath the sun,
Pure as the cloudless diamond.
[Tabernacle and Purgatory - September 1960.]