  “Be it done unto me According to Thy word....” Into Mortality Slips the Eternal Word, When not a sound is heard. She spake those words, and then Was silent in her heart; Mother of Silence, when Her will spake from her heart Her lips had done their part. And only once we hear Her words that intercede; Her will so sweetly clear Those lips should intercede, And help men in their need. Out of her silence grew The Word, and as a man He neither cried nor knew The strivings of a man, When doom for Him began. And after He had gone From Earth to Heaven away, He came and lingered on; He would not pass away, But with His people stay. Son of the Silent Maid, He chose her silence too. In dumbness He hath stayed, Dumbness unbroken too, Past measure—as night-dew. O quiet, holy Host, Our pondering Joy and Light, In Thy still power engrossed, As a mute star pleads light, Thou pleadest, Infinite! |
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