Still patient turning as with conjurer’s touch

To win a richer harvest than she found.

From these oft-questioning, full-budded lips

No ave e’er had dropt in that sweet faith

That holdeth brotherhood with Bethlehem’s Babe

Blessing from Mary’s knees—true, guileless faith

That, suing so God’s Mother, dares to share

With Him dear claim unto her mother-love.

The thoughtful maiden’s little, childish life

Had grown ’mid alien faith where men half feared