Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 33, Page 805
XII.
THE MEMORIAL OF MARY.
Thou hast thy record in the Monarch's ball;
And on the waters of the far mid sea;
And where the mighty mountain-shadows fall,
The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee:
Where'er, beneath some Oriental tree,
The Christian traveller rests,—where'er the child
Looks upward from the English mother's knee,
With earnest eyes in wondering reverence mild,
There art thou known;—where'er the Book of Light
Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight,
Is borne thy memory, and all praise above:
Oh! say what deed so lifted thy sweet name,
Mary! to that pure silent place of Fame?
One lowly offering of exceeding Love.
