THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK

The evening star rose beauteous above the

fading day,

As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin came

to pray,

And hill and wave shone brightly in the moon-

light's mellow fall;

But the bank of green where Mary knelt was

brightest of them all.

Slow moving o'er the waters, a gallant bark

appear'd,

And her joyous crew look'd from the deck as to

the land she near'd;

To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like

a swan,

And her wings of snow o'er the waves below

in pride and beauty shone.

The master saw our Lady as he stood upon the

prow,

And mark'd the whiteness of her robe and the

radiance of her brow;

Her arms were folded gracefully upon her stain-

less breast,

And her eyes look'd up among the stars to Him

her soul lov'd best.

He show'd her to his sailors, and he hail'd her

with a cheer,

And on the kneeling Virgin they gazed with

laugh and jeer;

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And madly swore, a form so fair they never saw

before;

And they curs'd the faint and lagging breeze

that kept them from the shore.

The ocean from its bosom shook off the moon-

light sheen,

And up its wrathful billows rose to vindicate

their Queen;

And a cloud came o'er the heavens, and a dark-

ness o'er the land,

And the scoffing crew beheld no more that Lady

on the strand.

Out burst the pealing thunder, and the light'ning

leap'd about,

And rushing with his watery war, the tempest

gave a shout,

And that vessel from a mountain wave came

down with thund'ring shock,

And her timbers flew like scatter'd spray on

Inchidony's rock.

Then loud from all that guilty crew one shriek

rose wild and high.

But the angry surge swept over them and

hush'd their gurgling cry;

And with a hoarse exulting tone the tempest

passed away,

And down, still chafing from their strife, the

indignant waters lay.

When the calm and purple morning shone out

on high Dunmore,

Full many a mangled corpse was seen on Inchi-

dony's shore;

And to this day the fisherman shows where the

scoffers sank,

And still he calls that hillock green, "the

Virgin Mary's bank."

——J. J. Callanan.