Perfection, what is thy name?
Embodied as a decree!
Conceived above any blame
Is this picture of beauty!
In form of snow-pure rabbit.
Gentle child of innocence,
Clothed in angel-knit habit,
Delicate creation, whence
Hath thy creator formed thee?
Art thou solely flesh and blood,
Union with divinity,
Or atonement for the flood?
What god hath made thee, that made
This wretched world’s upheaval?
Hath the artist now forbade
The painting of more evil?
Immaculate conception,
Remorse for all saintly lies,
The rosen hue of redemption
Is in thy forgiving eyes.
~ Daniel F Mitchell