The great hall fades away into the gloom
As tremulous night falls slowly from above
Merging each in each in tender love
One shadow marching onwards towards one doom.
On our rough altar white flowers shine and bloom
Intensifying dusky waves that move
Around the tall black cross, – one hope, one prayer
Filled all our hearts, one perfect holy Faith
Lifted our souls. As we knelt humbly there,
Your silvery voice, soft as dying breath,
Was answered by a hundred, strong and clear,
Craving a grace from her whom all hold dear –
Mary be with us at the hour of death.