Para todos, mesmo todos

Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,

Blest above all that sprang from human race,

Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one

A blessed Savior and a blessed Son.

O what a ravishment 't had been to see

Thy little Savior perking on thy knee!

To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast,

His milk-white body all unclad, undressed;

To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap

His spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap;

To see His desperate eyes with childish grace

Smiling upon His smiling mother's face;

And when His forward strength began to bloom

To see Him diddle up and down the room.

O who would think so sweet a Babe as this

Should ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss?

Had I a rag, if sure Thy body wore it,

Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it;

Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer:

The weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.

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Francis Quarles (1592-1644)
On the Infancy of Our Savior

Imagem: Gioto di Bondone

Cenas da Vida de Cristo: 1. Natividade, 1304-06

Fresco da Cappella Scrovegni, Padua