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                                               Intro Mary Garden

        GARDENS GIVE MARY GLORY


These are the loveliest of her litanies,
  These are gardens where the glad abounding earth
  Still gush the Holy Spirit's primal mirth
In endlessly renewed diversities.

These from the faithful and fecund soil
  Are generations that have called her blest,
  They magnify her always without rest
While man's sad cyclic ages still uncoil.

They beat the perfumed air with noiseless sound,
  They ring out her renown, freshly repeat
  Her names taught them by men whose pulses beat
With God's great rhythm of the Seasons' round.

Each garden gives her glory, chants her praise
  Even in harsh and hostile places where
  Men have forgotten gentleness and prayer,
And what still canticles waft through their days.

Who plants a garden builds a carillon
  To peal her praises with the pulse of time,
  And laud her with the earth's loveliest, lasting chime
In bright, unalterable antiphon.

                                        - Liam Brophy