Classic Poem

You go singing through my garden on little dancing feet,
Crying " Mary, Mary, Mary, " with laughter shrill and sweet;
And the lily bud grows paler and the passion flower flames,
As light upon the wandering breeze you toss the name of names.

When I was but a tiny child, they chose for me a saint,
Fulfilled of Christian charity and heavenly restraint;
But you have called me Mary, and oh! I joy to hear
The name of God's own Mother come so gaily on the air.

What though my arms be empty, and hers for ever press
The eternal Child who touches you with such divine caress,
Here's another love, Felicity, and oh, sweetheart, drink deep,
That you may laugh more easily, and I forget to weep.

For you have called me Mary, making bitter waters sweet,
Oh little soul of happiness, oh little dancing feet;
And I grow bold in honor, that all my spirit shames,
As light upon the wandering breeze you toss the name of names.