Classic Poem

Of one that is so fair and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella.
I cry to thee to turn to me;
Lady, pray thy Son for me,
Tam pia.
That I may come to thee,
Maria.

In sorrow, counsel thou are best,
Felix fecundata:
For all the weary thou art rest,
Mater honorata;
Beseech Him in thy mildest mood,
Who for us did shed His Blood
In Cruce.
That we may come to Him
In luce.

All this world was forlorn,
Eva peccatrice.
Till Our Saviour Lord was born
De te genetrice;
With thy Ave sin went away,
Dark night went and in came day
Salutis.
The will of healing sprang from thee,
Virtutis.

Lady, flower of everything,
Rosa sine spina,
Thou bore Jesus, Heaven's King,
Gratia Divina.
Of all I say thou bore the prize,
Lady, Queen of Paradise
Electa:
Maiden mild, Mother
Es effecta.

Well He knows He is thy Son,
Ventre quem portasti:
He will not refuse thy bone,
Parvum quem lactasti.
So courteous and so good He is,
He hath brought us to our bliss
Superni,
Who hast shut up the dark foul pit