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| MAY is Mary’s month, and I |  | 
| Muse at that and wonder why: |  | 
| Her feasts follow reason, |  | 
| Dated due to season— |  | 
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| Candlemas, Lady Day; | 5 | 
| But the Lady Month, May, |  | 
| Why fasten that upon her, |  | 
| With a feasting in her honour? |  | 
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| Is it only its being brighter |  | 
| Than the most are must delight her? | 10 | 
| Is it opportunest |  | 
| And flowers finds soonest? |  | 
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| Ask of her, the mighty mother: |  | 
| Her reply puts this other |  | 
| Question: What is Spring?— | 15 | 
| Growth in every thing— |  | 
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| Flesh and fleece, fur and feather, |  | 
| Grass and greenworld all together; |  | 
| Star-eyed strawberry-breasted |  | 
| Throstle above her nested | 20 | 
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| Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin |  | 
| Forms and warms the life within; |  | 
| And bird and blossom swell |  | 
| In sod or sheath or shell. |  | 
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| All things rising, all things sizing | 25 | 
| Mary sees, sympathising |  | 
| With that world of good, |  | 
| Nature’s motherhood. |  | 
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| Their magnifying of each its kind |  | 
| With delight calls to mind | 30 | 
| How she did in her stored |  | 
| Magnify the Lord. |  | 
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| Well but there was more than this: |  | 
| Spring’s universal bliss |  | 
| Much, had much to say | 35 | 
| To offering Mary May. |  | 
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| When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple |  | 
| Bloom lights the orchard-apple |  | 
| And thicket and thorp are merry |  | 
| With silver-surfèd cherry | 40 | 
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| And azuring-over greybell makes |  | 
| Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes |  | 
| And magic cuckoocall |  | 
| Caps, clears, and clinches all— |  | 
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| This ecstasy all through mothering earth | 45 | 
| Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth |  | 
| To remember and exultation |  | 
| In God who was her salvation. |  | 
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 3rd Century Prayer
 
 
| Greek Text | English Translation | 
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 | Ὑπὸ τὴν σὴν εὐσπλαγχνίαν,καταφεύγομεν, Θεοτόκε.Τὰς ἡμῶν ἱκεσίας,μὴ παρίδῃς ἐν περιστάσει,ἀλλ᾽ ἐκ κινδύνων λύτρωσαι ἡμᾶς,μόνη Ἁγνή, μόνη εὐλογημένη.
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Beneath your compassion,We take refuge, O Mother of God:do not despise our petitions in time of trouble:but rescue us from dangers,only pure, only blessed one.
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