Oh, let the infant thought serene and pure,
Clad in white garments, glistering and bright,
Untarnished by the mist of senses false,
Be borne on wings as bird in upward flight
Far, far above all earthly doubt and fear,
Where only purity and love appear.
Teach me to give my every thought to Thee,
A captive led, in bonds of Truth and Love;
To mount still higher o'er the senses' thrall,
Each aspiration winged to reach above;
To yield my heart's desire and prayer to Thee,
And listen only when Thou speak'st to me.
May I uphold the torch of gratitude,
And praise Thy wondrous love for all mankind;
My lamp oil-filled, kept burning clear and bright,
To help the weary ones the path to find;
To see its gleam, and tread the narrow way
To where it leads us, e'en to perfect day.
So shall my child be safe within Thy care,
Kept undefiled, without an earth-born taint;
And I, on waking, shall be satisfied,
With Thine own perfect likeness, Christ my saint,
My heart's desires all molded to Thy will,
And mortal striving be forever still.
