Within the cloister of thy blissful sidës Took mannë’s shape th’ eternal love and peace, That of the trinë compass 4452 Lord and guide is; Whom earth, and sea, and heav’n, out of release, 4453 Aye hery; 4454 and thou, Virgin wemmëless, 4455 Bare of thy body, and dweltest maiden pure, The Creatór of every creatúre.

Assembled is in thee magnificence 4456 With mercy, goodness, and with such pitý, That thou, that art the sun of excellence, Not only helpest them that pray to thee, But oftentime, of thy benignity, Full freely, ere that men thine help beseech, Thou go’st before, and art their livës’ leech. 4457