Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace, <br />Blest above all that sprang from human race, <br />Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one <br />A blessed Savior and a blessed Son. <br />O what a ravishment 't had been to see <br />Thy little Savior perking on thy knee! <br />To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast, <br />His milk-white body all unclad, undressed; <br />To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap <br />His spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap; <br />To see His desperate 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 ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss? <br />Had I a rag, 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 far 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-savior/
