She that is Heaven’s Queen
Her title borrows,
For that she pitiful
Beareth our sorrows.
So thou, _Regina mî_,
_Spes infirmorum_;
With all our grieving crowned
_Mater dolorum_!
_Seraphim_,
_Her to hymn_,
_Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_
_The harping of mortals_!