Sr. Mary Anne Schuman, O.C.D. composed music to a poem written by Rev. James Galvin,C.Ss.R.. In the past the Sisters would sign their work with an xyz instead of their personal names. This version was sung by the nuns in Bettendorf.
Music: Sr. Mary Anne Schuman - Eldridge Carmel© 2007
JAMES J. GALVIN
By the seven stars of her halo
By her seven swords of woe
Oh Holy Spirit anneal my pen
To utter sweet words for the ears of men
In praise of Our Lady of O.
With these seven O's we salute Thee
Each evening as Christmas comes;
We hail Thee adazzle with sunset gold
Repeating prophecies new and old
Like salvoes of guns and drums.
O Woman, the Word in Thy keeping
Thy secret from God most High,
Shall soon be whispered over the earth
And men shall listen and leap for mirth
Like stars in the Christmas sky.
O Lady, lone tent in the battle
Where our Leader awaits his time;
Though the day grow darker and Satan scorn
The tide of the battle shall veer at morn
When He sallies forth to the cheer of horn
And trumpet and timbrel-chime.
O stalk on the brink of blossom
Shooting green through the frosty mire;
The peoples pray for thy Spring to come
And the mighty ones of the earth go dumb
For the Flower of the World's Desire.
O Tower of Grace untrespassed
Since Eden by God's decree;
At thine ivory spire and jasper gate
The pining kindred of Adam wait
For the turning of Christ the Key.
O Damsel more welcome than morning
To a world gone blind since the fall;
The stars go pale at Thy sandals' sound
and skylines glimmer, and men peer round
For a virgin in simplest homespun gowned
with the Sunrise under her shawl.
O thou milk-and-honey-run Mountain
Whence the crystal Cornerstone
Shall issue unsullied by tool or hand
The Stone that shall fasten each race and land
Together like flesh and bone.
O City ashine on the hill-tops
The nations uplift their eyes
From rainy island and sunken sea
And the ends of the earth they throng to Thee
To dwell in thy Christ-lit skies.
By the seven stars of Thy halo
By the seven swords of woe,
Forgive us, O Lady, these phrases worn
In praise of Thy season with God unborn
O ineffeable Lady of O.
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