On a Mother’s Gift

Mother Mary, immaculate born
To bear the Son of God;
In thee a new Eve, between night and morn,
When dawn is born of sorrows.
Ever virgin, who bore all in faith,
Ye laid thyself bare before God.
Emptied there He filled thee with grace,
from the fruit of thy womb all grace flows.

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