XI.
He lived to seal, and sanctify the lives
Of perish'd maids, and uncreated wives,
And gave them each a space wherein to dwell;
And for his mother's sake he loved them well,
And made them types, undying, of all truth.
XII.
O fair and fond young mother of the boy
Who wrought all this—O Mary!—in thy joy
Did'st thou perceive, when, fitful from his rest,