Poem by Joyce Kilmer

The Singing Girl

(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.)

There was a little maiden
In blue and silver drest,
She sang to God in Heaven
And God within her breast.
It flooded me with pleasure,
It pierced me like a sword,
When this young maiden sang:  ”My soul
Doth magnify the Lord.”
The stars sing all together
And hear the angels sing,
But they said they had never heard
So beautiful a thing.
Saint Mary and Saint Joseph,
And Saint Elizabeth,
Pray for us poets now
And at the hour of death.

1. Delicatessen
2. Mount Houvenkopf
3. Alarm Clocks
4. Roofs
5. As Winds That Blow against a Star

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