A Prayer to Mary, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary

O Burning Bush of Light so pure, 
pray, I pray, that I not endure 
from afar the fiery Love Thou bearest,
but in Thy sorrowful Heart may rest. 
When suffer I this life's great trials, 
and battle against the devil's guiles,
may I the world's pleasures forsake,
an act of reparation to make
to Thy sword-pierced Heart, O gentle Maid, 
Whom the Lord to love hath bade. 
Know, dear Heart, both I and Thou,
can I mine own one gift endow: 
Wretchedness, misery, whose love is self-care—
this to lay at Thy feet I dare. 
O Virgin of virgins, O full of Love, 
I cannot bear Thy glance of a dove. 
So grant me grace—cherish, pity me; 
that I may be-long, wholly, to Thee.