So long the weary bones and earthly frame

The dark sere locks, the veins of David’s blood:

Royal flesh wherewith emergéd the brood

Calléd the most high, borne from which the same

Kingly flesh has trod the dark plains of earth.

She watched links break on her earthly chain

(For who could carry such horrendous pain?)

Eyes closing. Her faculty of virgin birth

Half-remembered through her enshrouded mind.

Laid back, silent, in well-deserved rest

She smiled, not regretting seizing the test.

(For who has endured a fate so unkind?)

So long bereft of her one greatest love,

He smiles and calls her up, her soul alone

Enters the bright beam to her final home:

Bright shining beauty with her Son above.

Rex angelorum, Maria Regis

Virgo intacta et virgo sanctis