MARY Madaline

[center]Mary Madaline,
how refine your virgin smile.
The way, your crown high
with maternal dignity.

Your devoted patrons love you!
Implore saphhic melodies
with loose lips.
They kneel in praise, before you.

All Saints, ancient and new,
honor your grace,
a motherly love which cannot compare
to another--except our Holy Mother, of course.

In those glassy pupils
of yours,
one can see
your nutrimental devotion.

On the tip of humanities tongue,
your sacred name;
remains inscribed for all time.