Our tainted nature’s solitary boast….



Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied.
Woman! above all women glorified,
Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;
Purer than foam on central ocean tost;
Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn
With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon
Before her wane begins on heaven’s blue coast;
Thy image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,
Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,
As to a visible Power, in which did blend
All that was mixed and reconciled in thee
Of mother’s love with maiden purity,
Of high with low, celestial with terrene!
By William Wordsworth

2 thoughts on “Our tainted nature’s solitary boast….

    • I’ve always loved that poem. Thank God He gave us poets and all kinds of other magnificent artists to help us to “see” Him, and our Holy Mother and the Saints so much better. So good to hear from you! I’ve missed you, dear Trish. Hope all is going well…this summer ๐Ÿ™‚ It feels like summer here, although I wish it would be at least somewhat cold for Christmas. I don’t guess you ever have a white Christmas in Australia…neither do we in Louisiana ๐Ÿ™‚ Big hugs!8

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