John Bannister Tabb
Ii: The Visitation - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
His cloistered God the unborn messenger
Exulting, leaped to hear:
His mother in the Mother of her Lord
Interpreting the Word.
And whence is this to me that the Mother of my Lord should come to me?
Luke i, 43.
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