O Blessed Virgin What Grace Thou Hast Found Poem by Brett White

O Blessed Virgin, what Grace thou hast found,
Through Holiness and Purity profound.
Within thy womb, so sweetly sleeping,
Lies innocence similar to weeping, -
Tears of Joy, for all Earth and mankind.
And seeking in prayer thou shalt always find,
God attentive, and to thy Soul, near.
For thou art exalted while held so dear,
Unto the bosom of Lord God Above,
O Holy Daughter, thou art His Saintly Dove.