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The Della Robia Madonna and the Little Lady of the Dew:- A St. Mark's Legend. They moved in mild mysterious rhythm, Winsomely unafraid, In honor of the glory of man- A simple holy Maid, So worshipful they never thought To invoke her heavenly aid. But when about Her rose the cloud Of fragrance, and the chord Died on the harp, a mystic spell Seized all who there adored In silence Her most fain to be Meek Mother of our Lord. And then befell a wondrous thing For lo, a Maid of stone Who kneels to invoke the dews of heaven On her mirrored rock alone, Peered through the window pane and gave A little piteous moan. But none seemed 'ware of anything Miraculous or old, when our Lady welcomed the naked Maid With a look and gracious nod I'm only a pagan nymph, folk say, Who would hail the Mother of God, [[end page]] [[start page]] Then all woke with sudden start From the momentary daze, And still the harp was vibrating And our Lady walked in here Of incense, but the naked Maid Had vanished from our gaze. Yet after holy dances done In gentle and winsome wine Might net a little naked nymph All purity arise And do her reverence to the Queen Before our dazzled eyes? Such things may surely well befell Howbeit our world is old, At glad St. Nicholastide, when folk No gift of love withhold, And, children once again would meet Their Christ - pure, simple-souled. With festal greetings and best wishes for a "Merry Christmas and a happy New Year" Faithfully yours, [[signature underlined]]]] W N Guthrie [[/signature underlined]] ST. MARK'S IN-THE-BOUWERIE