Destiny of Glory

We’ll hew a highway through the skies
And pave it white with sheen
For pure must be the pathway
Where walks a stainless Queen.
 
We'll fuse the fairest rainbows
In one symphonic hue
And gaily tint the fabric
Of Our Lady’s avenue.
 
If heaven’s brightest beauties
Should dare her pathway bar
We'll cleave the sun in splinters
And shatter every star.
 
We’ll drain the fresh new dawning
Of all its dew drop spray
And with it soothe the roughness
That mars the maiden’s way.
 
Then all the angel choirs
With anthems swelling sweet
Shall lead the lovely Lady
Along her spangled street.
 
A destiny of glory
This roadway shall complete
When at its end the Mother
And the Son of God shall meet.

Thomas H. Cosgrove