Ave Maria! blesséd Maid! Lily of Eden's fragrant shade, Who can express the love That nurtured thee so pure and sweet, Making thy heart a shelter meet For JESUS' holy Dove? Ave Maria! Mother blest, To whom, caressing and caress'd, Clings the Eternal Child; Favour'd beyond Archangels' dream, When first on thee with tenderest gleam Thy new-born Saviour smiled: -- Ave Maria! thou whose name All but adoring love may claim, Yet may we reach thy shrine; For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows To crown all lowly lofty brows With love and joy like thine. Bless'd is the womb that bare Him -- bless'd The bosom where His lips were press'd; But rather bless'd are they Who hear His word and keep it well, The living homes where CHRIST shall dwell, And never pass away. |