Feast of the Annunication


Our Lady, our vain nature's solitary boast
A MAIDEN RING-ADORNED
From Cynewulf
Lo, thou the glory of the great earth,
purest of women over all the world
of all who have been since time began
how right it is that all voices,
all heroes on earth, hail thee, and say
with blithe mood that thou art the bride
of the Noblest One, the sky's King.

So too the highest in the heavens,
Christ's thanes, cry out and sing
that thou art Lady by thy holy might
of the glorious armies, of the race of men
living under the heavens, and of all hell-dwellers.

For thou alone of all mankind
thought gloriously in thy strong mind
that thee wouldst bring to thy Maker
thy maidenhood,
give it, sinless.

Not again
will such another come of men
a maiden ring-adorned who will thus send
heaven-homeward with ever pure heart
her bright treasure.

So the Lord of triumphs
bade His high messenger fly hither
from His strong glory, and say to thee
that His Might should speed thee, and thou shouldst bear
the Lord's Son, coming soon
in mercy to men, and thou, Maria,
for ever and ever be held unstained.

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