To Maria
Sweete and benygne mother and maid (Medieval Poem) Sweet and benign mother and maid, Turtledove true, flower of women all, Aurora bright, clear as the day, Noblest of hue, thus we you call; Lily fragrant eye of the valley Revived with bemys of glory In whom never was founded sin
So fair, so good, was never non; Your place therefore transcends Angels all and saints each one; Next unto God, such is the grace. Lo, the mekenes thee did purchase me Ever in joy so to endure In the great land, oh princess pure.
Surmounting is thin excellence, Thou rose of great value, thou flower of May like Phoebus in his rising plethoric of celestial there where you dwell for the eternity Lady without
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07 April 2010
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