Classic Poem

“Why, spotless Bride, that shinest bright,
with regal glories rich and rare,
what, forsooth, may be the Lamb,
that thee as wife to Him would wed?
O'er all the rest hast thou climb'd high,
with Him to lead so queenly a life.
Many a fair, 'neath maiden crown,
for Christ in mickle strife hath lived;
those dear ones thou hast all out-driven,
and from that marriage all hast held,
all save thyself, so strong and stiff,
matchless maid, immaculate!”