The Singing Girl
(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesché, 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.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 1, 2001; not revised.