A Welcome To The Month Of Mary

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Oh! gladly do we welcome thee,
  Fair pleasant month of May;
Month which we’ve eager longed to see,
  Through many a wintry day:
And now with countless budding flowers,
  With sunshine bright and clear—
To gild the quickly fleeting hours—
  At length, sweet month, thou’rt here!

But, yet, we do not welcome thee
  Because thy genial breath
Hath power our sleeping land to free
  From winter’s clasp of death;
Nor yet because fair flowers are springing
  Beneath thy genial ray;
And thousand happy birds are singing
  All welcome to thee, May!

No, higher, nobler cause have we
  These bright days to rejoice—
’Twas God ordained that thou should’st be
  The loved month of our choice:
It is because thou hast been given
  To honor her alone,
The ever gentle Queen of Heaven—
  The mother of God’s son.

The blossoms that we joyous cull
  By bank or silver stream;
The fragrant hawthorn boughs we pull,
  Most sacred too, we deem:
For not amid our tresses we
  Their op’ning buds will twine,
But garlands fair we’ll weave with care
  For Mary’s lowly shrine.

And when the twilight shades descend
  On earth, so hushed and still,
And the lone night bird’s soft notes blend
  With breeze from glade and hill,
We seek her shrine with loving heart,
  And, humbly kneeling there,
We linger long, loth to depart
  From that sweet place of prayer!

Oh! who can tell with what gifts rare
  Our Mother will repay
Their love who honor thus with care
  Her own sweet month of May!
A grace for every flower they’ve brought
  Or ’Ave, they have said;
And ev’ry pious, holy thought
  Shall be by her repaid!

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon