Happy Feast of the Immaculate Conception


It's a holy day --all you Cat'lics, git to Mass.
The Virgin
 Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied;
Woman! above all women glorified,
Our tainted nature's solitary boast;
Purer than foam on central ocean tost;
Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn
With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon
Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast;
Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,
Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,
As to a visible Power, in which did blend
All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee
Of mother's love with maiden purity,
Of high with low, celestial with terrene! 
~Willam Wordsworth 
P.S. Betcha mine is the only blog in Christendom with a picture of the Immaculate Conception rather than the Annunciation on it.