THE RIGHT MARY.
By Claribel Weeks Avery. All the little Mary maids Were kneeling on the green. For God was looking down from Heaven To choose Himself a queen. There was Mary from the hill, Mary of the fold. And Mary out of Herod’s house, Whose dress was stiff with gold. Mary down from Nazareth Bent lowlier than the rest To nurse a little wounded bird That nestled in her breast. Gabriel came across the grass That blossomed where he trod. Diamond-white his helm and cloak, As fits a prince of God. Like a silver bell his voice— Each lassie lent’ an ear, Save Mary with the crippled bird, Who did not even hear. Past their eager eyes he went To kiss her drooping head And whisper so that onlj 7 she Could hear the things he said. Luminous wings around her fell At the angel’s word. What was in your heart that day, Our Lady of the Bird? Silently the Marys all Went home to hill or fold. Princess Mary stamped her foot And tore her gown of gold. But Mary.down from Nazareth Still knelt upon the sod And nursed the lirt’e woir-’el bird—She named it Child of God. Dramatic lyrics in the fashion of Browning and with some of the detachment of Anatole France, in Poetry (Chicago) :
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Otago Witness, Issue 4048, 13 October 1931, Page 64
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219THE RIGHT MARY. Otago Witness, Issue 4048, 13 October 1931, Page 64
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