Only a Shrine, but Mine
Only a Shrine, but Mine
I made the Taper shine
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,
Regard a Nun
Thou knowest every Woe
Needless to tell thee so
But can’st thou do
The Grace next to it heal?
That looks a harder skill to us
Still just as easy, if it be thy Will
To thee Grant me
Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?
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