Poema sacrum, in diem purificationis, augustissimae Dei genitricis Mariae

As if bees, eager for honey, were able to produce much offspring without a male and without mating, and as is the custom for others after the time of birth, the divine Mother of God, following the custom of ancient parents, taking up her sweet Child and the offspring of the Thunderer a classical epithet for God/Jupiter, seeks the temple and receives the mysteries of the holy Word. She brings gifts to the altars, two doves according to custom, though she has no need of these. The Virgin had remained liquid clear/pure without sin, and like a rose full of tender modesty, but so that she might observe the pious dogmas of the ancient Law, she fulfilled that work which she does not ever need, just as shadows cannot increase the brightness of light. For just as the illustrious Phoebus the Sun, which is turned in its rapid course to the west, shines with varying splendor, and earthly things have no power to add to such brilliance so that it might receive rays shining more brightly from it, no differently does the powerful Queen of starry Olympus, the dear Mother of God, burn with shining rays. She gleams with a rutilant glowing red-gold splendor; the famous Virgin shines with the immense virtue of God, who is the origin of light, and who holds the sun, the stars, and the deep heaven. She—I speak of great things—who is more beautiful than every star and lacks no virtue, overflows with all things. She fulfilled the customs of the ancient Law, and with pious custom, she took the newly born to the holy houses into the airs of light and set him before the powerful Lord, being most observant of the law of her fatherland. Learn