The Glories Of Mary Part 2 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Hail! Tender-most little mother
On that faithful eve, the Redeemer,
Came fort on an irksome manger.

The companions of His dream
Sheep and cattle first worshipped Him
But we, With a malignant grim.

Oh! Little king
You came to conquer our mortal siege
But rather, we sang your dirge.

Hail! Oh mother of our saviour
We regarded your son, our creator
As a blasphemous predator.

When this news got to the beast
His apparel torn, a message he sent
The wise men from the East.

Then Herod raged, irascibly keen
And the innocent children slain
To welcome thy new king born.

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November 1