Classic Poem

Jesus, virgins' shining crown,
Whom thy mother did conceive,
She a virgin and alone,
Do thou this our vow receive.

Who dost feed where lilies grow,
Set about with virgin quires,
Unto whom his grace doth flow
Whom the light of heaven attires;

Wheresoever thou dost flee,
Lo! thy virgins' tuneful crowd
Joyful follows after thee,
Singing sweetest hymns aloud.

We implore thee, more and more
Teach us in our minds to shun,
Wholly, utterly ignore,
All the mischief sin hath done.