ACCLAMATIONS IN PRAISE OF MARY
(By Saint Alphonsus Liguori.)
In fine, O sovereign Princess,
from the immense ocean of Thy beauty
the beauty and grace of all creatures flowed forth as rivers.
The sea learnt to curl its waves,
and to wave its crystal waters from Thy golden hair,
which gracefully floated over Thy shoulders and ivory neck.
The crystal fountains and their transparent depths learnt their tranquil
and steady flow from the serenity of Thy beautiful brow
and placid countenance.
The lovely rainbow,
when in full beauty,
learnt with studious care its graceful bend from Thy eyebrows,
thus better to send forth its rays of light.
The morning star itself,
and the sweet star of night,
are sparks from Thy beautiful eyes.
The white lilies and ruby roses
stole their colors from Thy lovely cheeks.
Envious purple and coral sigh for the color of Thy lips.
The most delicious milk and sweetest honey
are distillations from the sweet honeycomb of Thy mouth.
The scented jasmine and fragrant Damasc rose
stole their perfume from Thy breath.
The loftiest cedar and the most erect,
the fairest cypress,
were happy when they beheld their image in Thy erect and lofty neck.
The palm tree, emulous and jealous,
likened itself to Thy noble stature.
In fine, O Lady,
every created beauty is a shadow and trace of Thy beauty.
And thus I wonder not,
O sovereign Princess,
that Heaven and earth place themselves under Thy feet;
for such are they,
and Thou art so great,
that to he only under Thy feet enriches them,
and they esteem themselves happy and blessed in kissing them.
Thus did the moon rejoice
when the evangelist Saint John saw her under Thy feet,
and the sun increased in splendor
when it clothed Thee with its rays of light.
The Evangelist, blinded by the brilliancy of Thy light,
was lost in wonder and ravished out of himself
at the sight of so stupendous a miracle of beauty,
in which the beauty of Heaven and earth was concentrated, and he said,
"There appeared a great sign in Heaven."
A great miracle appeared in the heavens,
a miracle which filled the Angels with astonishment,
and caused the earth to tremble.
That miracle was, a woman clothed from head to foot in light and splendor.
The resplendent Sun itself chose Her for His Mother,
and placed Himself in Her womb;
the fair moon covers Her feet as sandals edged with silver;
a multitude of stars crown Her brow, and,
emulating one with another,
bind Her locks together,
and form upon Her head a diadem of precious gems:
"and on Her head a crown of twelve stars."
Amen.

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