If On A Winter's Night...

All day we fought the tides between the North Head and the South All day we hauled the frozen sheets, to 'scape the storm's wet mouth All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread, For very life and nature we tacked from head to head. Thograin

The angel Gabriel from Heaven came His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; "All hail", said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary," Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! "For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be, All generations laud and