Aspirations to Mary by St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori

Knowest thou, sweet Mary, Whereto I aspire? Tis my hope to love thee This is my desire. I would e’er be near thee, Queen most fair and sweet; Do not, do not drive me From my Mother’s feet. Then, O Rose most lovely, Let me hear from thee; Loving Mother, tell me, What thou wilt of me. More I cannot offer Lo, I bring my heart; Lovingly I give it, Ne’er from thee to part. Lady, thou didst take it Tis no longer mine; Long since thou didst love it And its love was thine. Do not then forsake me, Mother of sweet Love, Till one day thou greet me Safe in heaven above.