By John Davidson
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The wardress raised her tenderly;She touched her wet and fast-shut eyes;"Look, sister; sister, look at me;Look; can you see through my disguise?"
She looked and saw her own sad face,And trembled, wondering, "Who art thou?""God sent me down to fill your place:I am the Virgin Mary now."
And with the word, God's mother shone:The wanderer whispered, "Mary, hail!"The vision helped her to put onBracelet and fillet, ring and veil.
"You are sister to the mountains now,And sister to the day and night;Sister to God;" and on the browShe kissed her thrice, and left her sight.
While dreaming in her cloudy bed,Far in the crimson orient land,On many a mountain's happy headDawn lightly laid her rosy hand.
