Sun-splendored woman, star-crowned, sign

In heaven of God's supreme design

Yet ever in travail on earth

To bring her Son and sons to birth,

Flees hell's maw, eaglewings her flight

To where her first-born lives in light.

 

John's visioned, timeless woman seals

The covenant moon; reflects, reveals

The Church and Mary, virgin, Eve,

Whose separate titles so inweave

That mystically the two are one:

The son of justice is her sun.

 

O Mary, mirror where we see

The Church all perfect, Church to be;

Your womb, the font of life made new,

Your heart, the Cenacle – and you

God's mould to mould her, mother, bride,

Eve issued from the Saviour's side.

 

To-day in joy we bless, retrace

Your gifts, our hundred years of grace;

We sons who bear your blood and name

Recall our brothers' faith, acclaim

Their toil, devotion, ways they led,

The living work of all our dead.

 

To-day, ten decades told again

Ring round your mysteries, glory, pain.

Build strong this house not made with hands

With Christ the keystone, so it stands

And we, its living stones, will sing

Hosanna to our triune King.

Brother Elgar

(Redmond D. Murphy)

 

Mère du Fils et des fils

Tu t'es envolée vers la Lumière du Premier-Né.

 

Femme-Eglise de la vision de Jean en toi la Lumière

s'était condensée pour devenir ton enfant.

 

Ton sein avait fait jaillir la vie et moulé Dieu,

Nouvelle Eve tirée toi-même du côté du Sauveur.

 

Tu nous as valu cent ans de grâce

à porter ton nom et ton sang!

Souviens-toi de nos morts: comme ils t'aimaient!

 

Aujourd'hui encore enroule-nous dans les mystères

de ton Rosaire. Bâtis notre demeure sur ton Jésus, pierre angulaire;

et de nous, petites pierres, tire une harmonie d'hosannas.