Oh, Virgin Joy of all the world art thou

 In whose white, fragrant steps the countless throng

  On souls elect doth follow God with song:

        Creation’s Queen, whose bright and holy brow

          The multitude of Saints, like stars, endow

             With changeful splendors, flashing far and strong:

        The Main unshadow’d by the primal wrong:

          God’s Lily, chosen in His shrine to bow.

         All these thy glories are, and still a grace

         More high, more dread, and yet more sweet and fair,

         Doth bind thy royal brows, O Mary blest.

         God called thee Mother; yea, His sacred face

         The tender likeness of thine own doth wear.

         And thou art ours — we trust Him for the rest.

                                                                            -E.Seton 

For Reflection: 

For what am I most grateful to the Blessed Virgin today? How has she led me to her Son?