O mother maid, O maid and mother free! 3796 O bush unburnt, burning in Moses’ sight, That ravished’st down from the deity, Through thy humbless, the ghost that in thee light; 3797 Of whose virtúe, when he thine heartë light, 3798 Conceived was the Father’s sapience; Help me to tell it to thy reverence.

Lady! thy bounty, thy magnificence, Thy virtue, and thy great humility, There may no tongue express in no science: For sometimes, Lady! ere men pray to thee, Thou go’st before, of thy benignity, And gettest us the light, through thy prayére, To guiden us unto thy son so dear.