O little town of Nazareth In the hills of Galilee -- Sweet was the heavenly message borne On angel lips to thee. The choice of all thy maidens Of high and low degree, The message came to Mary, Gentle maid of Galilee. With awe she heard the tidings Which soon were understood -- She, the chosen to be crowned, The Queen of Motherhood. Mother of the Saviour -- Her lips in sweet accord Sang out in thankful praise, "My soul doth magnify the Lord." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FLOWERING FAGGOTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BROOK IN DROUGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WIFE'S CHRISTMAS by PHOEBE CARY VARSOVIENNE by MARY BEATRICE CORWIN |