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She says within: "It is a man, / A man of mother born; / She is a woman -- I am one, / Alive this holy morn."
Filled with his words that flow in light, / Her heart will break or cry: / A woman's cry bursts forth in might / Of loving agony.
"Blessed the womb, Thee, Lord, that bore!
The breast where Thou hast fed!"
Storm-like those words the silence tore, / Though words the silence bred.
He ceases, listens to the cry, / And knows from whence it springs; / A woman's heart that glad would die / For this her best of things.
Yet there is better than the birth / Of such a mighty son; / Better than know, of all the earth / Thyself the chosen one.
"Yea, rather, blessed they that hear, / And keep the word of God."
The voice was gentle, not severe: / No answer came abroad.