“O’erhead the storm-clouds often wept and tempests o’er them passed, And cold around them often swept the bleak December blast. But still she sang ‘Magnificat’ through weather foul or fair; For all was rest within her breast, ’twas always sunshine there”.
E. E. Holmes, ‘And Mary sings Magnificat: a Christmas thought (London: 1915), illustration facing p. 8 (classmark 1916.7.327)