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OUR LADY UNA.
OUR LADY UNA.
Lady Una, pure and saint-like,
Wondrous mother, perfect wife!
O'er my heart there falls a shadow,
From the deep calm of thy life.
And I bow my head in homage
To thy matron beauty fair,
For I know some angel braided
Back the dark waves of thy hair.
Surely seraphs, straying outward,
Underneath the stars at night,
Kissed thy lips and forehead, lingering
With a thrill of deep delight;
Leaving there a peace so holy,
Mortal hearts grow hushed in awe
At thy wisdom pure and lowly,
Type of God's most perfect law.
Lady Una, child-like kneeling,
At thy feet I breathe a prayer, —
Let but once thy hands in blessing
Gently fall upon my hair;
So shall I, who blindly traverse
Paths which angel-feet have trod,
Sometimes see from far the glory
Of the far-off home of God.
Wondrous mother, perfect wife!
O'er my heart there falls a shadow,
From the deep calm of thy life.
And I bow my head in homage
To thy matron beauty fair,
For I know some angel braided
Back the dark waves of thy hair.
Surely seraphs, straying outward,
Underneath the stars at night,
Kissed thy lips and forehead, lingering
With a thrill of deep delight;
Leaving there a peace so holy,
Mortal hearts grow hushed in awe
At thy wisdom pure and lowly,
Type of God's most perfect law.
Lady Una, child-like kneeling,
At thy feet I breathe a prayer, —
Let but once thy hands in blessing
Gently fall upon my hair;
So shall I, who blindly traverse
Paths which angel-feet have trod,
Sometimes see from far the glory
Of the far-off home of God.
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