Who can describe in words thy divinely resplendent beauty, O Virgin Mother of God? Thoughts and words are inadequate to define thine attributes, since they surpass mind and speech. Yet it is meet to chant hymns of praise to thee, for thou art a vessel containing every grace, the fulness of all things good and beautiful, the tablet and living icon of every good and all uprightness.
O holy and immaculate virginity, I know not, by what praises I may extol thee: for thou hast born in thy womb, whom the heavens could not contain. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
When my mother died I was a little under twelve; and when I began to realise my loss, I went in my distress to an image of Our Lady and, weeping bitterly, begged her to be my mother. Though I did this in my simplicity, I believe that I benefited by it.
Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, Mother of the orphan and the destitute, Hope of the hopeless, blessed by all generations, sweeter than honey and the honeycomb, immaculate lily perfuming the universe with thy perfumes, mysterious fountain, safe asylum amid the dangers of the world, the purest and loveliest of creatures.