A Botticelli Madonna: I. The Wondering Angels

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Title:     A Botticelli Madonna: I. The Wondering Angels
Author: Ethel Allen Murphy [More Titles by Murphy]

Behold! the Tabernacle of God's Will
This woman's form enshrineth. What is this,
More glorious than all our age-long bliss,
Which shines within the shadow of her sill?
How shall we lift this strangeness which doth fill
Her human heart to breaking,--we who miss
In our immortal joy, the enlight'ning kiss
Of sorrow's bitter lips whence comforts thrill?
How shall we sing to her of joys to come,
To her who bears upon her breast the sum
Of death's dread gloom and heaven's undying light?
Lean close, ah, close, about her from above,--
Behold upon the mildness of her love
Enthroned the terrors of His Holy Might!

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Ethel Allen Murphy's poem: Botticelli Madonna: I. The Wondering Angels

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