Who is she that comes like the rising morn,
Fair as the moon, radiant as the sun,
Whose diadem the brilliant spheres adorn,
Resplendent in glory, surpassed by none?
O dawn that goes before the rising day,
Herald of joy, salvation’s harbinger,
Through shades of gloom direct us in our way,
Singular Maid and mankind’s comforter!
For, the seas in their rage have turned on us,
And the rains lash blood as the black salt waves
Break on the broken, sparing not the just.
Chained to a wreck, we toil as galley-slaves.
Star of the Sea, prodigious, blazing bright,
The foreday’s sovereign, guide us through this night!
From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.