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Adam's exile long and dreary,
Joachim's reproach all weary,
Find the remedy desired.
This the prophets had detected,
This the patriarchs expected,
By cœlestial grace inspired.
Rod to holy budding fated,
Star the sun that generated,
She is on this day conceived;
But the bud the rod has rendered,
And the sun of star ingendered,
Are of Christ to be believed.
O! how glorious, how propitious,
Sweet to us, to God how pretious,
Is this bless'd conception held:—
Human misery is ended,
Mercy is to man extended,
Sorrow is by joy expelled.
Mother with new offspring teeming,
Star with nascent sun fresh beaming,
Bright she moves in grace's fire;
Child, her father's generator,—
Creature, mother of Creator,—
Daughter, parent of her sire.
