Caroling Dusk/The Black Madonna
THE BLACK MADONNA
Not as the white nations
know thee
O Mother!
know thee
O Mother!
But swarthy of cheek
and full-lipped as the
child races are.
and full-lipped as the
child races are.
Yet thou art she,
the Immaculate Maid,
and none other,
the Immaculate Maid,
and none other,
Crowned in the stable
at Bethlehem,
hailed of the star.
at Bethlehem,
hailed of the star.
See where they come,
thy people,
so humbly appealing,
thy people,
so humbly appealing,
From the ancient lands
where the olden faiths
had birth.
where the olden faiths
had birth.
Tired dusky hands
uplifted for thy
healing.
uplifted for thy
healing.
Pity them, Mother,
the untaught
of earth.
the untaught
of earth.