On the Infancy of Our Savior

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.