The Month of Mary
Blooming flowers and singing birds
Hail the month of May;
The springing leaves and sunshine
Fairest tributes pay.
Every little bright-winged bird
Its sweet story sings;
Every flower and blossom
Richest perfume flings.
And every leaf upon the trees,
Every dewdrop fair,
Every whisper, hushed, and still,
Of sweet summer air,
Tells the same soft pleading story
To Mary, full of grace -
How her children so far from her,
Long to see her face.
The Catholic Record. Volume 5. May 1873.
Previous Pro Ecclesia posts on this subject:
The May Magnificat
May, the Month of Mary (Part 2)
May, the Month of Mary (Part 1)
"Tainted Nature's Solitary Boast"