IX. The Spirit hears, and He consents His mission to fulfil ; For what is asked hath ever been His own eternal will. X. Ten days and nights in Acts Divine Of awful love were spent, While Mary and her children prayed The Spirit might be sent. XI. The joy of angels grew and grew On Mary's wondrous prayer, And the Divine Complacence stooped To feed His glory there. G XII. Her eyes to heaven were humbly raised, While for her Spouse she prayed; Methought the sweetness of her prayer His blissful coming stayed. XIII. For ever coming did He seem, For ever on the wing; His chosen angels round His Throne XIV. How beautiful, how passing speech, The Dove did then appear, As the hour of His humility At Mary's word drew near ! XV. The hour was come; the wings of love By His own will were freed: The hour was come; the Eternal Three His mission had decreed. XVI. Then for His love of worthless men, His love of Mary's worth, His beauteous wings the Dove outspread, And winged his flight to earth. XVII. O wondrous Flight! He left not heaven, Though earth's low fields He won, But in the Bosom still reposed Of Father and of Son. |