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Mater Dei

She looked to east, she looked to west,

Her eyes, unfathomable, mild,

That saw both worlds, came home to rest,­ Home to her own sweet child.

God's golden head was at her breast.

What need to look o'er land and sea?

What could the winged ships bring to her?

What gold or gems of price might be,

Ivory or miniver,

Since God Himself lay on her knee?

What could th' intense blue heaven keep To draw her eyes and thoughts so high?

All heaven was where her Boy did leap,

Where her foot quietly Went rocking the dear God asleep.

The angel folk fared up and down A Jacob's Ladder hung between Her quiet chamber and God's Town.

She saw unawed, serene;

Since God Himself played by her gown.

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Katharine Tynan

Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t…

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