The Holy One of Mary by Father Leonard Feeney, M.I.C.M. And this is He Whom Heaven hymns, All trembling in His white young limbs, Whom choirs adore and seraphs bless- Unspeakable His helplessness. A Baby’s cheek the wind would kindle. Ah, holy weaver and blessed spindle, That spun the little swaddling clothes To sheathe so [...]
