Congratulations, Tate, well done!
O Virgin Mary, lily long foretold, You carry Him whom heaven cannot hold; That Heart which wakes the ever-beating sea Beats in your womb, New Adam from New Eve. Within the darkness of your flesh The Light of Light reposed; You lay your Saviour in the creche, The Word made flesh upon your word, And in the stable, nothing stirred, While coruscating angel wings, Like sunlit snowflakes round the King, Proclaim salvation’s Dayspring. O Virgin Mary, lily long foretold, You carried Him whom heaven cannot hold; That Heart which shed its Blood on Calvary, Beats in this Child, whose death will set us free.
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