Classic Poem

This happy day two lights are seen,
A glorious saint, a matchless queen;
Both named alike, both crowned appear,
The saint above, the Infanta here.
May all those years which Catherine
The martyr did for heaven resign,
Be added to the line
Of your blessed life among us here!
For all the pains that she did feel,
And all the torments of her wheel,
May you as many pleasures share!
May Heaven itself content
With Catherine the Saint!
Without appearing old,
An hundred times may you,
With eyes as bright as now,
This welcome day behold!