Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace, 
Blest above all that sprang from human race, 
Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one 
A blessed Savior and a blessed Son. 
O what a ravishment 't had been to see 
Thy little Savior perking on thy knee! 
To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast, 
His milk-white body all unclad, undressed; 
To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap 
His spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap; 
To see His desperate eyes with childish grace 
Smiling upon His smiling mother's face; 
And when His forward strength began to bloom 
To see Him diddle up and down the room. 
O who would think so sweet a Babe as this 
Should ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss? 
Had I a rag, if sure Thy body wore it, 
Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it; 
Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer: 
The weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.