Made fast in Mary's awful bower,
Hath mightier prov'd to bind than we to break;
None may that work undo, that Flesh unmake.
“Thenceforth, whom thousand worlds adore,
He calls thee Mother evermore;
Angel nor saint his face may see
Apart from what he took of thee;
How may we choose but name thy name,
Echoing below their high acclaim
In holy creeds? since earthly song and prayer