To the Temple forth that may will fare,

And bring the Temple’s Master there.

Doves for an offering doth present,

Herself a dove most innocent,

Et iota fulchra.

Anna that waits the promised word,

With joy receives her little Lord;

Saint Simon saith, Nunc dimittis,

Now Lumen gentium risen is—

Ave, Lux vera!

E. Hamilton Moore.