Classic Poem

To truly love the Being he created,
Thee, sacred Phaenix, God pure Virgin made;
Behold, what creature thus must be displayed,
E'en to the Maker's own self consecrated:
Thee, in his lofty thought, he separated
First from the first; and their creation stayed,
That all alone thou mightest be arrayed,
By him for so long ages contemplated.

I know not if in any words, my own,
I may express those shining qualities
Which he, whom thou didst make, in thee made known —
Mother, Spouse, Daughter, thou: if thou alone
Shone one in three such lofty dignities,
'Twas that thou didst so please the Three in One.