Awed by the Triune's Honor as her crown,
The legions, circling, soared with eyes cast down;
But, when their wonder heard the strange, new name
In Heaven, from Christ's lips, "Mother," how they shone,
Reflecting Christ's child-eyes, with love aflame!
IN HEAVEN NO HEART STILL HEAVES
Lo! God lets drop blue doves which ground the mind
Like clover; then, with drawing to the skies,