Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:6-7



Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Oh, softly blow, ye breezes








BATONI, Pompeo
Madonna




Anticipation
By Denis A. McCarthy


Oh, softly blow, ye breezes,
Ye breezes of the spring,
Till every blossom breaks to hear
The joyful news you bring,
The news that winters dreary reign
Is dead and passed away,
That now the sun will shine upon
Our Lady's month of May.

Oh, sing ye birds of springtime
In every glade and glen,
Let every warbler of the wood
Take heart and sing again,
Until your chorus far and wide
Makes musical the day;
From hill and dale, oh sing and hail
Our Lady's month of May.

Oh, softly flow, ye streamlets,
By wood and meadow flow,
And whisper to the grasses all
So timidly that grow,
Yea, whisper to them all, and call
Them forth without delay,
For vale and lea must verdant be
In Mary's month of May.





8 comments:

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    1. It is, isn't it? I think we're feeling the gratitude for spring more this year than in a long time.

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  2. I like that you are posting every day, because I miss you, but I still miss you. :-)

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    1. Someday soon I won't be sewing a dress every spare minute and I'll be back!

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  3. What a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. The first two lines are my favorite. Now if we could just keep spring for a month or so and not go straight to 90 degree days!

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