Mother, who madest him who thee had made

Mother, who madest him who thee had made,
O Vessel, formed such treasure to contain,
To thee the angelic choir lifts festive strain:
Hail, Mary, Empress of surpassing grade.
Hail, Queen, O holiest Woman, hail to thee.
Mother benign, whose charms and grace ne'er fail,
O Lady, stainless and triumphant, hail:
The blessed host doth ever chant in glee.
How many glories, Woman blest indeed,
How many joys thy mind do recreate;
Thy rapture all the blest participate;
Courteous, benign, beloved, they share thy meed.
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