Our viols cease, our wine is death, our roses fail:
Pray for our heedlessness, O dwellers with the Christ!
Though the world fall apart, surely ye shall prevail.
MARIS STELLA
By Augusta Theodosia Drane
Mary, beautiful and bright
“Velut Maris Stella,”
Brighter than the morning light,
“Parens et Puella,”
I cry to thee, look down on me;