Behold the ecstatic Virgin rise!
Ah, wherefore vainly, to fond eyes
That melted into tears for this?
Yet if we must live, as would seem,
These peremptory heats to claim,
Ah, not for profit, not for fame,
And not for pleasure’s giddy dream,
And not for piping empty reeds,
And not for colouring idle dust;
If live we positively must,