Hail blessed Virgin, full of heavenly Grace, <br />Blest above all that sprang from human race; <br />Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One, <br />A blessed Saviour, and a blessed Son: <br />O! What a ravishment 't had been, to see <br />Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee! <br />To see him nuzzle in thy Virgin-Breast: <br />His milk-white body all unclad, undrest! <br />To see thy busie fingers cloathe and wrap <br />His spreading limbs in thy indulgent Lap! <br />To see his desp'rate Eyes, with Childish grace <br />Smiling upon his smiling Mother's face! <br />And when his forward strength began to bloom, <br />To see him diddle up and down the Room! <br />O, who would think so sweet a Babe as this, <br />Should e'er be slain by a false-hearted kisse! <br />Had I a Ragge, if sure thy Body wore it, <br />Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it: <br />Till then, O grant this Boon, (a boon or dearer) <br />The Weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.<br /><br />Francis Quarles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-infancy-of-our-saviour/
