  O Trinity of the glorious saints, I marvel that the White Prince of the Kingdom did descend as a child into the pure womb of Mary. Nine months the Master of the Angels stayed in humility and in great lowliness with her, lighting a furnace of love within her. He came down to earth, the White Lamb, our loosener from sin. O Mother, who found not a dwelling in the city, till thou didst come to the stable to seek a bed; there wast thou lying in poverty, without wine, without flesh, or one taste in thy mouth; on the mean barley chaff in the cattle-shed, she brought forth the only Son of God of the Apostles. Cold and misery you complained not of as your portion, and was it not the holy sight in the manger of the ass? |
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