Nativity of Mary

THE
NAZARETH


MINES

When Rome was
Of the world –
And Master Moon
Was free –

And Mistress Midnight
Bedizened -
In show-star
Finery.

A tiny sparkle
Caught,
Miss Mistress Midnight’s
Eye -

And captured Master
Moon,
Who paled
And gasped a sigh -

But Rome still
Of the world,
Had doctors observe
Ceiling signs -

And missed the Immaculate
Diamond -
Debouching from
Nazareth mines.










“But a bud is springing from the root of Jesse; and the poison of the serpent shall not infect it, nor shall his foul breathings blight its beauty. The Adorable Trinity is about to pronounce the creative word: "Let the Mother of God be made".