Above the spindrift
And above the snow,
Where no seas tumble,
And no winds blow.
The twisting tides,
And the perilous sands
Upon all sides
Are in your holy hands.
The wind harries
And the cold kills;
But I see your chapel
Over far hills.
My body is frozen,
My soul is afraid:
Stretch out your hands to me,
Mother and maid.
Mother of Christ,
And Mother of me,
Save me alive
From the howl of the sea.
If you will Mother me
Till I grow old,
I will hang in your chapel
A ship of pure gold.
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INVITING THE INFLUENCE OF A YOUNG LADY UPON THE OPENING YEAR
I
You wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crowned;
Whenas you walk your loveliness
Goes shining all around.
Upon your secret, smiling way
Such new contents were found,
The Dancing Loves made holiday
On that delightful ground.