A Legend Of The Blesses Virgin

THE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary, In thoughful mood he said unto his wife, Behold, I go into a far-off country To labor for thee, and to make thy life And home all sweet and peaceful.' And the Virgin Unquestioning beheld her spouse depart: Then lived she many days of musing gladness, Not knowing that God's hand was round her heart. And dreaming thus one day within her chamber, She wept with speechless bliss, when lo! the face Of white-winged angel Gabriel rose before her, And bowing spoke, ' Hail! Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with thee, and among the nations Forever blessed is thy chosen name.' The angel vanished, and the Lord's high Presence With untold glory to the Virgin came. A season passed of joy unknown to mortals, When Joseph came with what his toil had won, And broke the brooding ecstasy of Mary, Whose soul was ever with her promised Son. But nature's jealous fears encircled Joseph, And round his heart in darkening doubts held sway. He looked upon his spouse cold-eyed, and pondered How he could put her from his sight away. And once, when moody thus within his garden, The gentle girl besought for some ripe fruit That hung beyond her reach, the old man answered, With face averted, harshly to her suit: 'I will not serve thee, woman! Thou hast wronged me; I heed no more thy words and actions mild; If fruit thou wantest, thou canst henceforth ask it From him, the father of thy unborn child!' But ere the words had root within her hearing, The Virgin's face was glorified anew; And Joseph, turning, sank within her presence, And knew indeed his wondrous dreams were true. For there before the sandaled feet of Mary The kingly tree had bowed its top, and she Had pulled and eaten from its prostrate branches, As if unconscious of the mystery.