| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Virgin Mary Visiting Elizabeth | | From the Parisian Breviary |
| | Translated by Isaac Williams
YE mountains, bend ye low, | |
| O’er which the Virgin flies, | |
| To whom the starry skies | |
| Would their glad summits bow. | |
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| In maiden fear conceal’d, | 5 |
| Long hid in quiet home, | |
| She now abroad doth come, | |
| With charity her shield. | |
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| She flies without delay,— | |
| She flies from human eyes,— | 10 |
| Not to be seen, she flies, | |
| And fears lest aught betray. | |
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| Blest earth, whereon she trod, | |
| Put forth your fragrance sweet;— | |
| Blest hills, that felt her feet, | 15 |
| The mother with her God. | |
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| More blest ye friends, whose guest | |
| She now doth silence break, | |
| Of heavenly things to speak, | |
| And where her footsteps rest. | 20 |
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| The Father, who doth send, | |
| The Son, who saves the lost, | |
| The guiding Holy Ghost, | |
| We praise Thee without end. | | | | |
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