Classic Poem

Jesus, angelic gem indeed,
O song upon the ear most sweet,
Upon the lip rare honey meet,
And in the heart celestial mead.

They hunger more who taste of thee,
Who drink thee thirst exceedingly,
They know not where thy wish to be
If not with thee, if not with thee.

Jesus, o sweetest and most kind!
Hope of my soul; my cheeks are lined
With tears to find thee, twice refined,
I wail from my most secret mind.

O lord, remain, with us, remain;
Ignite in us a flaming vane;
Inflame the pulses of the brain
Fulfill the world with sweet again.

Flower, Jesus, of the virgin dame,
Praise to thee; honour to thy name
Jesus, the virgin's mother's flower,
Honour be thine and praise thy dower.