Feast of the Annunciation

Whereto shall we liken this Blessed Mary Virgin,
Fruitful shoot from Jesse's root graciously emerging?
Lily we might call her, but Christ alone is white;
Rose delicious, but that Jesus is the one Delight;
Flower of women, but her Firstborn is mankind's one flower:
He the Sun lights up all moons thro' their radiant hour.
" Blessed among women, highly favoured, " thus
Glorious Gabriel hailed her, teaching words to us:
Whom devoutly copying we too cry " All hail! "
Echoing on the music of glorious Gabriel.
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