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...A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |