Classic Poem

Virgin most Pure, who never knewest night,
Living within the true Sun's deathless day,
The golden gleam of which, through all thy way,
Made glad thy beauteous eyes, with joyous light:
With thee the God-Man dwelt, when angels bright
Lit up his lowly home with lustrous ray,
And filled with awe, pleased homage sought to pay,
Yearning his will to work, be what it might.
Thou, the Eterne, veiled by our human screen,
As Lord didst fear; didst cherish as thy Son;
Didst love as Spouse; as Father didst adore.
Pray that my troubled stream of life may run
Back to its happy Source; and Heaven's great Queen,
Thy Mother-love show me too ever more.