Fragrance from a Lady Fair

What is this fragrance wafts the earth
And makes us think of fruit so sweet
Of that forbidden from our birth–
Yet in our sin that fruit we eat.

Its fragrance from a Lady Fair,
A Mystic Rose that has no sin
And brings to us sweet Eden air,
For in her, Eden’s born again.

We see our destiny in her,
The first of many who’ll be born
With Son whom she in her womb bares,
As by Him for us our sin’s shorn.

She, then, is our own Mother, too,
As we rise from a womb-like grave
And leave in tomb the sin we rue;
From death and sin He all us saves.