How can we not love our shepherdess?
In whose auspice a sward of lambs lies down.
Who drives off the wolves of our distress
and leads us all home to a safer town.
How can we not love our shepherdess?
The crosses on her splendid robes catch fire
and we are warmed at that communal hearth.
She gives largess and is our sanctifier,
that we be sheltered until another birth.
How can we not love our shepherdess?