Of the name for years
I have longed to call
"Child" has been justly kept.
All that I once Loved
I call my own.
Because I so well know
Of the Heavens above
The Angel's covet 
That which I lost.
And no other shows love
Than the love it never knew.
How thine beauty 
Is much of your own
Sainted Mother fair
Let no one steal
What life holds forfeit
Nor the soul that I have lost. 
Thus, to the life I never knew
As "Child"