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Gabriel

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Lord of heaven is with thee now!

Blessed among all women thou,

Who art his holy choice!

 

MARY, setting down the pitcher.

What can this mean? No one is near,

And yet, such sacred words I hear,

I almost fear to stay.

 

Here the ANGEL, appearing to her, shall say: