Classic Poem

Haec illa solemnis dies.

Oh, joyful was the morn
That told of peace and love
To man, the ruined and forlorn,
Descending from above.

Though far from Eden's bowers,
By sad transgression driven,
A lovelier Eden shall be ours —
For Christ came down from heaven.

From God's eternal breast
He stooped to time and space,
And found with thee, O Maiden blest,
His lowly dwelling place.

And lowlier, in the tomb,
He scorned not to lie,
That our frail mortal might assume
His immortality.

Praise to the Virgin-born;
Praise to the Father be,
Through endless life's unwaning morn;
And Holy Ghost, to thee.