How I love Thee, O my Blessed Virgin Mother! Had I been a priest, I would have spoken so much of thee. Thou art represented as to thee I consecrate my soul and all unapproachable; rather thou shouldst be shown as so easily imitated. Thou art more Mother than Queen! Yet I have heard it said that all the Saints are eclipsed by thy radiant brightness, as the sun at rising makes the stars disappear. How strange that seems, a mother eclipsing the glory of her children! I think quite the contrary, sweet Virgin, I believe that thou wilt immensely increase the splendor of the elect, O Sweet Virgin Mary! how simple does thy life seem.