Bright star mirrored in our sea, you who are

Bright star mirrored in our sea, you who are
so secure, the true sun whose flesh you made
makes you beautiful--your virginity
augured, gave such sweet shades, to His Light as

it appeared on earth, to His innocence.
Those who gaze on you, on your wonder care
nothing for this venal world, feel nothing
but contempt for the vain godless quarrels

of old enemies; your victory arms
us with goodness and strength. Here God's son at
a virgin mother's breast, there together

magnificently clothed in Paradise.
Stirred by boundless serenity, my wish,
eager need's content: I serve faithfully.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V XC:250. See also B S1:101:135; MSs Ve2, L, V2. Valgrisi 102. Translation: Roscoe 327. An eighth in a series to the Virgin. Key

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