Hail Mary, full of grace, it once was said, And by an angel, to the blessed'st maid, The mother of our Lord: why may not I (Without profaneness) yet, a poet, cry Hail Mary, full of honours, to my queen, The mother of our prince? When was there seen (Except the joy that the first Mary brought, Whereby the safety of mankind was wrought) So general a gladness to an isle, To make the hearts of a whole nation smile, As in this prince? Let it be lawful, so To compare small with great, as still we owe Glory to God. Then, hail to Mary! Spring Of so much safety to the realm, and king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON PICTURES OF MOTHER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH TRUST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE |