THE EVENING NEWS

London, England

1 December 1911

(page 6)

HAIL MARY.

Hail Mary. By Allister [sic] Crowley. (Wieland and Co. 1s.)

There is an over-facility but some legitimate splendor in Mr. Crowley’s verse. There is a line rush and energy in the following lines:—

All hail, dread Lord, all bail!

Smite through Thy rended veil

Light till our sun grows pale—

Eclipsed, discrowned!

Now might not men withstand,

Save that one maiden bland

Aids with Her splendid hand

Them whose poor power is spanned

By earth’s sad ground.