In May

In May, sweet roses scent the air,
And glistening insects dart and blare.
Sweet springtime blossoms far and wide
Dame Nature leaves stern tasks aside,
To garnish earth with tender care.
This happy month is ever fair,
As all things take the utmost care
To honor God’s own Virgin Bride
In May,
At disk, sweet Aves, heavenly prayer,
Attest men’s love and are their share
In praising her, while side by side
Their voices sound to show their pride
In Mary, Queen of all that’s fair
In May.


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