THE VISITATION

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

      HERE is a wall of flesh before the eyes
      Of John, who yet perceives and hails his King.
      It is Our Lady's painful bliss to bring
      Before mankind the Glory of the skies.
      Her cousin feels her womb's sweet burden rise
      And leap with joy, and she comes forth to sing,
      With trembling mouth, her words of welcoming.
      She knows her hidden God, and prophesies.

      Saint John, pray for us, weary souls that tarry
      Where life is withered by sin's deadly breath.
      Pray for us, whom the dogs of Satan harry,
      Saint John, Saint Anne, and Saint Elizabeth.
      And, Mother Mary, give us Christ to carry
      Within our hearts, that we may conquer death.

"The Visitation" was originally published in Main Street and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1917.

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