MAY CROWN

MAY CROWN

Image credit Gemma Hill 2014

 

All early in the morning

I rose to greet the day,

And underneath my window

I saw a Child at play

 

The robins were not fearful

Of one so mild and meek;

They lighted on His shoulder

And nested at His cheek.

 

He picked the clustering roses,

The lily in its sheath, T

he long-stemmed purple violets

, And wove them in a wreath.

 

And then I saw Lady

Come walking in the dew;

Her robe was white as star shine

, Her mantle was deep blue.

 

And as the Child approached her,

All sweetly she knelt down

And bent her head, receiving

His fragrant, flowery crown.

 

Author

Helen Connolly The Magnificat. Volume LXVI. Number 1. May 1940.