Oh thou who once on earth, beneath the weight

            Of our mortality didst live and move,

            The incarnation of profoundest love;

        Who on the Cross that love didst consummate;

            Whose deep...

        Ah no! my love knows no vain jealousy:

            The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun,

            Asks not what other flowers he shines upon,

        If he but shine on her. Enough for me,

            Thus in...