Whilst once again to Mary he the oft-said prayer outpoured:
“O Mary of the Christians, who wast born of Israel’s race!
Take pity on a Hebrew boy who longs to see thy face.”
“Thou seest it!” cried at David’s side a clear and heavenly voice,
Whose very tones, though soft and low, made David’s heart rejoice.
He raised his face, and forthwith saw a vision standing nigh,
Around whose head there brightly shone the glory of the sky.
’Twas Mary’s self, and thus she spoke in accents sweet and mild:
“Fear not. Arise and come with me, my well-belovéd child.”
The lad arose; Our Lady dear then grasped his trembling hand,