(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.