The Glories Of Mary Part 4 (The Flight To Egypt) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

[Her Dolours

Hail! Oh little Lilly
With thy infant baby
And Joseph on a journey.

The voyage of three hundred miles
About thirty or more days
Fleeing from friends to strangers.

Roaming like fugitive
Over the desolated hills and valleys
And the dry weary deserted mountains.

Nay! A wounded sight
Neither is there repose at night
Nor bread for the mouth.

Yet you harboured thy son
Amidst the frozen winter season
For this safety run.

According to your little saints
Antonius, Thomas Aquinas and others
You spent in Egypt seven good years.

Rejoice Oh mother hail
For your sufferings will never quail
But will yield a profit of atemporal.

#Itz_Ali_Alexon

November 3

Stanzas 2 & 6, cf./by St. Alphonsus De Liguori