Thirty Days Hath September

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Excepting February alone,

And that has twenty-eight days clear,

And twenty-nine in each leap year.

Mary

What beauty and what meaning
Lies hidden in that name.
Though many times I hear it,
It never sounds the same.

It often makes me think
Of the radiance on your face,
When the Angel Gabriel said,
"Hail Mary, full of grace."

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.

So, Mother dearest, pray for me
Lest from thy path I roam,
Keep me ever close to Jesus
And bring me safely home.

C. F. Fitzgerald - Sutton File

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