Queen of the May

My Lady, Queen of Heaven, Queen of Earth,
I weave for you a crown of white muguet.
Delightful, fragrant, quiet bells of mirth
I twine for Mary garlanded in May.

Madonna, Fairest Flower of the Field,
Of all God’s glories born from basest clay,
A Lily of the Valley, Love revealed,
I weave for you a rapture of muguet.

All Beauty’s Mirror, Vessel of our Joy,
I crown you with these flowers’ lovely spray,
A clutch of spring no winter will destroy,
I wreathe the starry sprigs of fragrant May.

Creation’s Darling, Splendor of God’s Peace,
I bring these petaled pearls, a crown bouquet,
To you whose mother’s love will never cease,
The gentle loveliness of the muguet.

—Mary-Patrice Woehling

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