Mother Clothed With The Sun

Clothed with a thousand silk-spun sunbeams,
You shine down motherhood upon all earth,
Twelve twinkling stars adorn your head, and gleams
Of moonlight peak between your toes in birth.
Him bigger than heaven bursts from your womb,
Shepherd of all nations, sent from on high,
Son bearing salvation, no dragon’s doom,
Can devour his strong sceptre from the sky.
He is safe now, seated at Father’s throne,
Sin and death waiting at final defeat,
When from clouds he shall come to claim his own,
And fiery serpent incinerates sweet.
Glowing with tenderness, remember me,
Let me my dear mother, your best son see.

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