Marian Hymns and Poems for May

+JMJ+ I have listed below some songs, hymns, and activities for Mary during her month of May.

'TIS SAID OF OUR DEAR LADY

Here is the text to a beautiful hymn to Our Lady, that can be sung on any of her feast days. This is an old invocation when one is on a pilgrimage to Our Blessed Lady. The text and melody are from the hymn book of Nikolaus Büttner, 1602.

DIRECTIONS
1. 'Tis said of Our dear lady, a holy dream had she:
Beneath her heart unspotted there grew a lovely tree. Kyrie eleison.

2. Then Our most Blessed Lady a tiny Child did bear,
So let us now with singing our happiness declare. Kyrie eleison.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.

The May Magnificat


MAY is Mary’s month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season—

Candlemas, Lady Day; 5
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?

Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her? 10
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?

Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?— 15
Growth in every thing—

Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested 20

Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.

All things rising, all things sizing 25
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Nature’s motherhood.

Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind 30
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.

Well but there was more than this:
Spring’s universal bliss
Much, had much to say 35
To offering Mary May.

When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfèd cherry 40

And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all—

This ecstasy all through mothering earth 45
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.