THE BLACK MADONNA
Not as the white nations know thee O Mother!
But swarthy of cheek and full-lipped as the child races are.
Yet thou art she, the Immaculate Maid, and none other,
Crowned in the stable at Bethlehem, hailed of the star.
See where they come, thy people, so humbly appealing,
From the ancient lands where the olden faiths had birth.
Tired dusky hands uplifted for thy healing.
Pity them, Mother, the untaught of earth.