"Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine, Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste, Of virtue to make wise; what hinders then To reach, and feed at once both body and mind? So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat."
The Angel spoke thus:
My Father gave
In charge to me
This child of earth
From its birth, even
To serve and save,
Alleluia,
And Saviour is He.
This Child of clay
To me was given,
To rear and train
By sorrow and pain
In the narrow way,
Alleluia,
From earth to heaven.
