She meets with God, Who bendeth, brooding low, 

   In vast compassion humanward, and so, 

   There comes upon her life the power of Love: 

   Rising—behold! with pinions like a dove, 

   An angel with a rod where row on row 

   Of chaliced lilies spill supernal glow,— 

   Which all her thought to wonder mute doth move. 

   Then falls upon the rapture of her soul, 

   Dimly some vision of Gethsemane, 

   Athwart the Resurrection's shining goal, 

   And with uplifted hand she pleads as One 

   Shall pray in night of darkest agony, 

   "This cup remove,—yet, Lord, Thy Will be done." 

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     ANNUNCIATION 

     (From a picture by Botticelli) 

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