Soft and blue are thy robes, my Mother,
Azure and clear as an angel's eyes -
Let me hide in them, oh, my Mother -
Radiant Queen of the summer skies!
Softly piled on the far horizon
Smoky white clouds drifting here and there;
These the border on your blue mantle -
Mother most holy...
Virgin most fair!
Deep and blue and wide is the ocean -
Deep as the call of its peace to me;
Jeweled and shining...
Thy veil, my Mother?
Thy silvered veil, oh Star of the sea?

[Edith M. Stoney Press, 1946.; Robert, Cyril. Mary Immaculate: God's Mother and Mine.; Poughkeepsie, NY: Marist.]