Song for Our Lady, Poems and Prayers of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Though the deep heart of the nations forsaken beat with a sense of deliverance nigh; true to a hope through the ages unshaken, looked for "the day-spring" to break "from on high";. Thee they perceived not, the pledge of redemption hidden like thought, though no longer afar; not through the light of a peerless exemption beamed in thy rising, immaculate star!

The Nativity of the Virgin Mary All in the twilight, so modestly shining, dawned thy young beauty, sweet star of the sea! Only the angels, the secret divining, hailed the elected, "the Virgin" in thee. What beauty and what meaning Lies hidden in that name. Though many times I hear it, It never sounds the same. Or I see you smiling sweetly At the crib where He was born, And softly humming lullabies On that first Christmas morn.

Sometimes I seem to sense The joy you must have felt, When you were crowned in glory As before your God you knelt. Deep hung the pagan darkness when she came, Christ's Mother, to the world of sin and woe, The sweet uplifter earth had sighed for so. The vestal lights burned dim; the rose wreath's flame Leaped into ashes, like hearts dead to shame.

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Once bright with virtue's rare and chastening glow, Until by pagan passion-fires brought low; Honor was dead, and vice alone was fame. Then shone the glory of true womanhood, The strong, the pure, the gentle and the good, Through her creation claimed a bartered right, New flowers flushed in pagan gardens wild. Ascendant, like the day-star in the night, Reigned the Christ's Mother, sinless, undefiled. Sweet name revered above, And oh!

In it are hope and holy love, And blessings from it flow. What music in that sound, Pure lips breathe it even; "Ave Maria," sings earth around, And souls look up to heaven. Bright Angels speak the name With rev'rence soft and low; And God himself, ever the same, His love for it did show. To me that name recalls The Queen who reigns above, An angel sister in Heaven's halls, And one worthy of love. Bright star of heavenly rest, I love thy name and thee; Mother purest, Virgin ever blest, Look down and pray for me.

Mary, Thy name, denied to me, I will proclaim eternally. Rare perfume is a rough and reeking place, A bell-like music breaking through the blare Of strident streets, a dear remembered face Appearing through the mind's pondrous despair. A foam of summer flowers fringing the drear Immobile desert sea, a cherished voice Calling in some long night of pain and fear To make the heavy, heaving heart rejoice.

Such is the mystic wonder of her name That is a shudder down Hell's shaken halls, And joy where angel-wings flit like white flames, Where height to echoing height its glory calls. Anthony of Padua, "is sweeter to the lips than the noneycomb, more delightful to the ear than a sweet song, more entrancing to the heart than the purest joy.

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Bernard, "the Mother of God could not have a name more appropriate, nor one more impressive of her high dignity. Mary is, in fact, the beautiful and brilliant star which shines upon the vast and stormy sea of the world. Oh, how we should honor this holy name! Tenderly must her Divine Son have spoken that name. Never cease to plead with Him Through his Mother's holy name. A Name too pure for mortal lips Or language of the seraphim, First borrowed from the songs of heaven, It stirs the soul, yet soothes our fears.

Who, in joy, or tears, While onward o'er the surges driven, Hath e'er unaided called on thee, Thou Star of life's tempestuous sea! Sweet Name of power and virgin love, Fair as the spotless heavens above, Bright as the wave beneath the sun, Pure as the cloudless diamond. Joye in the risinge of our orient starr, That shall bringe forth the Sunne that lent her light; Joy in the peace that shall conclude our warr, And soone rebate the edge of Satan's spight; Load-starr of all engolfd in worldly waves, The card and compasse that from shipwracke saves.

The patriark and prophettes were the floures Which Tyme by course of ages did distill, And culld into this little cloude the shoures Whose gracious droppes the world with joy shall fill; Whose moysture suppleth every soule with grace, And bringeth life to Adam's dyinge race. For God, on Earth, she is the royall throne, The chosen cloth to make His mortall weede; The quarry to cutt out our Corner-stone, Soyle full of fruite, yet free from mortall seede; For heavenly floure she is the Jesse rodd The childe of man, the parent of God. In Praise of Our Lady. The rose is blowing now, a shattered thing, That once held beauty high above the thorn.

It will be stripped some nearing autumn morn, Such is the sadness that September brings! And so does Mary's heart lie shattered, too, As she looks up to find no blossoming tree - Only the cross beyond Gethsemane Stark in the winter wind. How much she knew Of death and loneliness and bitter hours, And sharp and cruel thorns that own no flowers! Our Lady's Praise in Poetry. A humble cottage stands in Nazareth, Full of the rose's and lily's breath. A brooklet sprays the garden with its dew, White pigeons round the lowly roof beams coo.

Out in the yard there stand two wide green trees Bending their heads while in their crown hum bees. And Anne kneels in the dust and weeps and prays And wrestles with her God for many days: Thou art my hope, my comfort, and my light; O take my curse away, make my life bright. The mothers all disdainfully pass by Whene'er I hear a baby's joyous cry Or see a baby smile on mother's lap, It rends my heart I mourn my dark mishap. Must I alone have no child to caress? Must weep in silence and deep soul distress? In shame my dear and ever faithful spouse Has gone away from our lonely house; To flee from constant words of jeer He went away into the desert drear And never can be happy anymore.

I sit alone behind the cottage door. O why hast Thou this blessing me denied? My hair is gray, my lips from weeping dried. But' neath thy ever blessed hand May bloom an Eden in the desert land, It Thou commandest, it is quickly done, Give me a child, a daughter or a son. Now from the trees a gentle rustling sound, An angel stands before her on the ground. Arise, go to the temple's golden gate Where lovingly thy spouse shall thee await. Go forth and offer grateful sacrifice, Within a year thou shalt be happy mother-wise.

Anne lifts up her hand in joyous pray'r, Her face is like a maiden's glad and fair; "My little daughter sent by grace divine, Will be my autumn day's bright spring sunshine. September's skies are sapphire hue; Blue gentians star the woods at morn Near crystal pools in woodland aisles - In this bright month a Queen was born.

No silver fanfare filled the air As angel wings flashed round the child; No crown was placed upon her head, But at her halo, Heaven smiled. October's trees wear rosaries Of gold and scarlet, green and brown, And as the west wind fingers them The Ave-leaves drift slowly down. May raises high her blossom-shrines Where bird-choirs sing their wood-notes wild, But both these months pay homage to A blue-gowned Queen - September's child. God's Mother and Mine.

All hail, O new world! Incline unto my aid, O God! O Lord, make haste to help me! Glory be to the Father, etc. As it was in the beginning, etc. Immaculate Virgin, who, conceived without sin, didst direct every movement of thy most pure heart to that God Who was ever the object of thy love, and who was ever most submissive to His will, obtain for me the grace to hate sin with my whole heart, and to learn of thee to live in perfect resignation to the will of God.

Heart transpierced with pain and woe, Set my heart with love aglow! I marvel, Mary, at thy deep humility, through which thy blessed heart was troubled at the gracious message brought thee by Gabriel, the archangel, that thou wast chosen Mother of the Son of the Most High, and through which thou didst proclaim thyself his humble handmaid.

Wherefore, in great confusion at the sight of my pride, I ask thee for the grace of a contrite and humble heart, that, knowing my own misery, I may obtain that crown of glory promised to the truly humble of heart. Blessed Virgin, who, in thy sweetest heart, didst keep as a precious treasure the words of Jesus thy Son, and pondering on the lofty mysteries they contained, didst learn to live for God alone, how doth my cold heart confound me!

Get me grace so to meditate within my heart upon God's holy law that I may strive to follow thee in the fervent practice of every Christian virtue. Glorious Queen of Martyrs, whose sacred heart was pierced in thy Son's bitter Passion by the sword, whereof the holy man Simeon had prophesied, gain for my heart true courage and a holy patience to bear the troubles and misfortunes of this miserable life, that so by crucifying my flesh with its desires while following the mortification of the Cross, I may indeed show myself to be a true child of thine.

O Mary, Mystical Rose, whose loving heart, burning with the living fire of charity, did accept us for thy sons at the foot of the Cross, becoming thus our tender Mother, make me feel the sweetness of thy maternal heart and thy power with Jesus, that when menaced by the perils of this mortal life, and most of all in the dread hour of death, my heart united with thine may love my Jesus then and through all ages. O Divine Heart of Jesus! To Thee I consecrate myself, full of deep gratitude for the many blessings I have received and daily do receive from Thy boundless charity.

With my whole heart I thank thee for having, in addition to them all, vouchsafed to give me Thy own most holy Mother, giving me to her as a child, in the person of the beloved disciple. Let my heart ever burn with love for Thee, finding in Thy sweetest Heart its peace, its refuge, and its happiness. It has direct ties to the legend about a marvelous snowfall in Rome in A.

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Mary had indicated in a dream to a wealthy, childless Roman couple that she wanted a church built in her honor and the site for this church would be covered with snow. On a hot, sultry morning on August 5, Esquiline Hill was covered with snow. All Rome proclaimed the summer snows a miracle, and a church to honor Mary was built on the hill in A.

Restored and refurbished many times, this church, now the magnificent Basilica of St. However, Our Lady of the Snows is honored here, not so much because of the legend, but because of her special role in the Church that is by its very nature, missionary. The Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate - the congregation of priests and brothers who operate this Shrine - following the inspiration of their founder, St.

Eugene De Mazenod - have always called on Mary as their principal patroness, one who looks upon their missionary efforts with a mother's love. Some of the more familiar plants of the many that belong in a typical Mary garden are: Columbine and Trefoil are said to have sprung forth at the touch of Mary's foot, and consequently bear the popular names Our Lady's shoes or Our Lady's slippers.

Marigold Mary's bud has bell-shaped blossoms of vivid yellow. Lily-of-the-valley Our Lady's tears. This delicate flower is still widely used in Germany, there it is called Maiglockchen May bells , to decorate the Mary shrines in churches and homes during the Virgin's month May.

Foxgloves thrive in moist and shaded places; they blossom in many colors and present a most attractive sight with their clusters of little bells, which were called Our Lady's thimbles in medieval times. This charming flower is the first herald of spring in Europe. It often blossoms as early as Candlemas February 2 between batches of melting snow; hence the name. In Germany it is called "Snow bell" Schneeglocklein.

Little bouquets of snowdrops are the first floral tribute of the year at the shrines of the Madonna on Candlemas. It is a popular emblem of Mary's radiant purity and of her freedom from any stain of sin. This stately and dignified flower has been associated from ancient times with Jesus and Mary, and is called Madonna lily in many parts of Europe. At Easter its brilliant and fragrant blossoms symbolize the radiance of the Lord's risen life. Later in the year it is used to decorate the shrines of Mary, especially on July 2, the Feast of the Visitation.

It also is an old and traditional symbol of innocence, purity, and virginity. Rosemary produces delicate and fragrant blossoms of pale blue color in early spring. The bushes do not grow very tall but as they grow older they spread out and thicken, forming a dense bush. There is an old superstition that "the rosemary passeth not commonly the height of Christ when he was on earth. They are said to have blossomed forth outside her window when she spoke the words, "Behold, I am a handmaid of the Lord. Roses were associated with Mary from early times. Saint Dominic is credited with the spreading of the familiar devotion called the "Rosary rosarium of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

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Louis De Montfort states: It gradually gives us a perfect knowledge of Jesus Christ; 2. It purifies our souls, washing away sin; 3. It gives us victory over all our enemies; 4. It makes it easy for us to practice virtue; 5. It sets us on fire with love of Our Blessed Lord; 6. It enriches us with graces and merits; 7. It supplies us with what is needed to pay all our debts to God and to our fellow men, and finally, it obtains all kinds of graces for us from Almighty God.

Even if you are on the brink of damnation, even if you have one foot in Hell, even if you have sold your soul to the devil as sorcerers do who practice black magic, and even if you are a heretic as obstinate as a devil, sooner or later you will be converted and will amend your life and save your soul, if and mark well what I say if you say the Holy Rosary devoutly every day until death for the purpose of knowing the truth and obtaining contrition and pardon for your sins.

Inspired with this confidence, we turn to you, O Virgin of virgins, our Mother. To you we come, before you we stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, do not despise our petitions, but in your mercy hear us and answer us. This was established by Saint Pius V on the anniversary of the naval victory won by the Christian fleet at Lepanto, October 7, The victory was attributed to the help of the holy Mother of God whose aid was invoked through praying the Rosary. Kneeling at your feet, we offer to you the tears of the one who, with deep and compassionate love, accompanied You on Your sorrowful way of the Cross.

Oh good Savior, grant that we take to heart the teachings given us by the tears of Your Most Holy Mother, so that we may accomplish Your divine will on earth and may be made worthy to honor and glorify You in Heaven throughout all eternity. Pray seven sets of the following, repeating the second prayer seven times per set: Behold the tears of the one who loved You most on earth, and who loves You most ardently in Heaven. Hear our prayers, for the sake of the tears of Your Most Holy Mother.

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You have completed one set, to complete the chaplet pray the above six more times to complete seven sets. Then, pray three times: Behold the tears of the ones who loved You most on earth, and who loves You most ardently in Heaven.

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Pray the closing prayer once: We beg you to unite your petition with ours so that your Divine Son, Jesus, to Whom we now turn in the name of Your Motherly Tears, answers our prayers and, with the graces we ask for, grant us the kingdom of eternal life. Don't hold anything back from your Heavenly Mother!

She is waiting for you to turn to her, so that she can protect you, encourage you, and help you like a good mother, and bring you to JESUS! She has no power of her own -- none of us do. Consider our misery, our tears, our interior trials and sufferings. We know that you can help us through the merits of your Divine Son, Jesus.

We promise, if our prayers are heard, to spread your glory by making you known under the title of "Mary, Queen of All Hearts, Queen of the Universe. Grant, we beseech you, hear our prayers, for every day you give us so many proofs of your love and intercession to heal both body and soul. We hope against all hope; ask Jesus to cure us, pardon us, and grant us final perseverance. The Memorare Memorare is Latin for remember Remember, O most loving Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession was left unaided.

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For from thou hast risen the Sun of justice, Christ our God. Destroying the curse, He gave blessing; and damning death, He bestowed on us life everlasting. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. For from thou hast risen of Sun of justice, Christ our God. A Birthday Prayer I will say everyday for you my Precious Mother Mary "May your day be filled with your prayers being answered for more sinners to be saved and more hearts be converted to know your Son, and peace in this world, may we all do penance to save sinners, the poor, the afflicted and for ourselves to grow closer to you, as you bring us to Jesus A heart of the Consecration is trust in Mary on the highest level.

Many devotional practices involve striving to allow Mary to guide one's actions and invoking her protection. Total Consecration, however, involves surrendering the value and merits of all prayers and good works including indulgences to the Blessed Virgin, trusting that her protection and provision is greater than anything we can do for ourselves. Our Precious Mother Mary gave St. Dominic the Rosary Prayer in History In , the Virgin Mary appeared to a penitent St.

Dominic, she presented the Rosary as the greatest weapon for conversion. Immediately, bells rang miraculously to summon the people to hear Dominic. While preaching on the Rosary, a statue of the Virgin raised its arms three times seeming calling down God's vengeance on the unrepentant and and a violent storm erupted. Many heretics returned to the Church, and Dominic began to spread this powerful new devotion.

The Rosary eclipsed and incorporated earlier devotional practices such as the saying of 'Our Fathers' to parallel the more involved monastic practice of saying all Psalms, and the use of rocks later beads to keep track of the repetitions. There is no problem, I tell you, no matter how difficult it is, that we cannot solve by the prayer of the Holy Rosary. With the Holy Rosary, we will save ourselves.

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We will sanctify ourselves. We will console Our Lord and obtain the salvation of many souls. I beg pardon of You for those who do not believe, do not adore, do not hope and do not love You! Devotions May 13, Mary's Request for the Daily Rosary "Pray the Rosary every day, in order to obtain peace for the world, and the end of the war. Mary's Request for Sacrifice "Sacrifice yourselves for sinners, and repeat often, especially whenever you make a sacrifice for them: Lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of your Mercy.

It is difficult to find a pope or saint who has not had something to write, or say, about the value of the Rosary. Every pope of the 20th century wrote something to encourage the devotion. Febru ary 11 Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes. Prayer to Our Lady of Lourdes. In the cold and grey of winter, you brought the warmth, light and beauty of your presence, In the often obscure depths of our lives, in the depth of the world where evil is so powerful, bring hope, return our confidence! You are the Immaculate Conception, come to our aid, sinners that we are.

Give us the humility to have a change of heart, the courage to do penance. Teach us to pray for all people. Guide us to the source of true life. Make us pilgrims going forward with your Church, whet our appetite for the Eucharist, the bread for the journey, the bread of life. The Spirit brought about wonders in you, O Mary: Look with kindness on our miserable bodies and hearts. Shine forth for us, like a gentle light, at the hour of our death. Together with Bernadette, we pray to you, O Mary, as your poor children. May we enter, like her, into the spirit of the Beatitudes.

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