Christopher Upton - Mensis Mariæ - текст песни (слова)

6  'Tis then, when at thy feet we pray,
 	We share our Lady's mirth;
 Her joy we know who hail to-day
 	Thy Eucharistic birth;
 That trembling joy to Mary sent,
 	Ah, Christians know it well,
 With whom in his dear sacrament
 	Their Saviour deigns to dwell.
  
 7  Yes, Mary's month has come again,
 	The merry month of May;
 And sufferers forget their pain,
 	And sorrows flee away,
 And joys return, the hearts whose moan
 	Was desolate erewhile
 Are blithe and gay, once more they own
 	The charm of Mary's smile.
 
 8  Thy Son our Brother is, and we,
 	Whatever may betide,
 A Mother, Mary, have in thee,
 	A guardian and a guide;
 Thy smiles a tale of gladness tell
 	No words can ever say;
 If but, like thee, we love him well,
 	The year will all be May.
 
 9  ll hail! An angel spake the words
 	We lovingly repeat;
 The song-notes of the singing birds
 	They are not half so sweet:
 This is a music that endures,
 	It cannot pass away,
 For Mary's children it ensures
 	A never-ending May.
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