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THE ANGELUS
Charles Warren Stoddard (1843-1909)
At dawn, the joyful choir of bells
In consecrated citadels,
Flings on the sweet and drowsy air,
A brief, melodious call to prayer;
For Mary, Virgin meek and lowly,
Conceived of the Spirit Holy,
Charles Warren Stoddard (1843-1909)
At dawn, the joyful choir of bells
In consecrated citadels,
Flings on the sweet and drowsy air,
A brief, melodious call to prayer;
For Mary, Virgin meek and lowly,
Conceived of the Spirit Holy,
As the Lord’s angel did declare.
Ave Maria!
Ave Maria!
At noon, above the fretful street,
Our souls are lifted to repeat
The prayer, with low and wistful voice—
“According to Thy word, and choice,
Though sorrowful and heavy laden,
So be it to Thy handmaiden!”
Then all the sacred bells rejoice—
Ave Maria!
Then all the sacred bells rejoice—
Ave Maria!
At eve, with roses in the west,
The daylight’s withering bequest,
Ring, prayerful bells, while blossom bright
The stars, the lilies of the night;
Of all the songs the years have sung us,
“The Word made flesh has dwelt among us,”
Is still our ever new delight.
Ring, prayerful bells, while blossom bright
The stars, the lilies of the night;
Of all the songs the years have sung us,
“The Word made flesh has dwelt among us,”
Is still our ever new delight.
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