Snake crept low into the garden

And brought temptation

As a storm of ruin;

It took barely a whisper,

Such was the human heart

Dying to be pushed from the cliff

That it might thrill in the fall

Ignoring the crushing end

While pulling everyone they could

Into the black abyss with them

Now we wait on our own Mary

To come on the cleansing sunrise

Wrapt in the robes of the blue sky

To crush the serpent beneath her heel

And spare us all from this cycle of pain