Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Madre MaríaAlice Corbin
From “New Mexico Folk-songs”
O
Was Madre María,
With book of gold.
Half was she reading,
Half praying and pleading
For sorrow foretold.
To the mountain Lucía:
“What are you doing then,
Madre María?”
But dreaming a dream.
On Calvary’s hill-top
Three crosses gleam,
Bare in the moonlight;
Your body on one
Nailed feet and hands,
O my dear little son!”
O mi Madre María!”
Three times a day
Will find Heaven’s doors
Opened alway,
And Hell’s doors shut
Forever and aye…..
Amen, Jésus!