(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.

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Poet: Joyce Kilmer (Joyce Kilmer Art)
Poem: 13. The Singing Girl
Volume: Main Street and Other Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1917
Poem of the Day: Apr 24 2005
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