Oft as Thee, my infant Saviour,
In Thy Mother's arms I view,
Straight a thousand thrilling raptures
Overflow my heart anew.

Happy Babe! and happy Mother!
O how great your bliss must be!
Each enfolded in the other,
Sipping pure felicity!

As the sun from darkness springing
Breathes a charm o'er nature's face;
So the Child to Mary clinging,
Decks her with diviner grace.

As the limpid dew descending
Lies impearl'd upon the rose;
So their mutual beauty blending
In transporting union glows.

As when early spring advances,
Flowers unnumber'd throng the mead;
Such the countless loving glances
That in turn from each proceed.

Lovely Jesu! gentle Brother!
How I wish a smile from Thee,
Meant for Thy immortal Mother,
Only might alight on me!