When I behold the brinestar virgin,
through whom the Prince of glory came,
her poignant smile I count a legend,
and compare nature's grandeur tame.

Permit it, Lord, that I should boast,
the beauty men in women meet,
all vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them beneath her feet.

See from her eyes, her stance, her gaze,
sorrow and love mingles in rhyme,
did ever such love and sorrow face,
or Poet compose a poem sublime.

Were the whole realms of flowers mine,
that'll be an offering far too small,
love so beautiful,so divine,
demands love, for Him, for all