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O branch and diadem,
in royal purple clad, who in
your cloister strong
stand like a shield:

You burst forth blooming
but with buds
quite different than Adam’s progeny—
th’ entire human race.

Hail, o hail! For from your womb
came forth another life
that had been stripped by Adam from his sons.

O bloom, you did not spring
from dew nor from the drops of rain,
nor has the windy air flown over you; but radiance
divine has brought you forth upon
that noblest bough.

O branch, your blossoming
God had foreseen within the first
day of his own creation.

And by his Word he made
of you a golden matrix,
O Virgin, worthy of our praise.