Below, the beauty of the sun can blind,
While up above we see infinitely;
Below, the sight can still seduce the mind,
So we cling to your garments desperately.
You, who were conceived immaculate,
Deserved to be assumed, body and soul,
Such that to deem you Queen is accurate,
Since the Word in your womb made the world whole.
You are the Ark of the Covenant!
In you, is the New Heaven and New Earth!
We cannot bear too great a sentiment
Towards you, whose Son turns death into our birth.
We hear Christ say to you, 'Behold thy son, '
Of each of us, Woman clothed in the Sun.
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