Mother! Whose Virgin Bosom Was Uncrost With The Least Shade Of Thought To Sin Allied. Woman! Above All Women Glorified, Our Tainted Nature'S Solitary Boast; Purer Than Foam On Central Ocean Tost; Brighter Than Eastern Skies At Daybreak Strewn With Fancied Roses, Than The Unblemished Moon Before Her Wane Begins On Heaven'S Blue Coast; Thy Image Falls To Earth. Yet Some, I Ween, Not Unforgiven The Suppliant Knee Might Bend, As To A Visible Power, In Which Did Blend All That Was Mixed And Reconciled In Thee Of Mother'S Love With Maiden Purity, Of High With Low, Celestial With Terrene!