Treasure Island

Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

(1550 - 1581 / Poland)

Sonnet III (To the Virgin Mary)


Unequalled Virgin, the second ornament
Of the human race, whose dignity has not diminished
Her humility, nor has humility lessened her generosity of heart,
O rare Mother of her own Creator!

You have crushed the head of the serpent whose venom
Has poisoned the entire world.
You assumed your place in Heaven above the angels' choir
And there, glorified, you partake of eternal joy.

For our souls you are like a moon
Which reflects the rays of eternal
Charity, as our grievous sinfulness

Descends on us like a night's dark shadow.
Lead us to the morning dawn
And show us the light of your Sun which we all desire.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (9/7/2008 9:16:00 PM)

    A most lovely dedication to the Mother of God-
    the most exemplary Mother to all mothers on earth,
    in these nasty days of pro-choice and abortions on demand!
    DR JOHN CELES (Report) Reply

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