It was thus with Mary, the mother of our Lord, when the angel messenger came to her, she replied, "Behold, the handmaid of the Lord, be it unto me according to thy word."
"Letters of Madam Guyon"
P. L. Upham
Nor are these views inconsistent with the assertion that poetry should not be the handmaid of religion and morality.
"The Literature of Ecstasy"
Albert Mordell
If it must be a handmaid, then let it be the handmaid of a universal religion, which finds its roots in thought and sane feeling; of a morality of love and justice that is still too ideal to be grasped by the age.
"The Literature of Ecstasy"
Albert Mordell