Song to Our Mother: (Tonantzin Icuic)

 

Song to Our Mother

(Tonantzin Icuic)

At the foot of the hill

Where the roses bloomed

I contemplate the Virgin

Who captured my heart.

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Mother mine of Guadalupe

Mother mine, all love,

We beg thee to give us

Thy benediction and peace.

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No other nation on earth

Has been so blessed by God

For that the Indians of Mexico

Carry thee in their hearts.

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Guadalupe, Guadalupe,

The name that brings us joy,

May it be ever on our lips

With great devotion.

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Mayest thou be praised in heaven

Sweet Virgin Mother of God

And on earth beloved

From end to end of our land.

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On Tepeyac she appeared

Like a divine Star

She is there to be our light

To protect and guide us.

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Glory to the Immortal Princess

Who freed us from great evil

And to make us happy

She crushed the serpent.

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Guadalupe, Guadalupe,

The name that brings us solace

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It’s the name of my mother,

Of my mother and of God’s.

St. Juan Diego

Juan Diego

by Anne B. Quinn

An Indian’s brown cheek curved to a dusky rose,
Once long ago upon Tepeyac’s barren hill
When winter roses bloomed
And roses were mere roses in the glowing laughter
of the lady’s smile.
‘My little son. I love you.’ So all Tepeyac’s holy hill
Now sang an Indian lullaby of roses and wild birds.

Juan Diego by Anne B. Quinn

Juan Diego

by Anne B. Quinn

An Indian’s brown cheek curved to a dusky rose,
Once long ago upon Tepeyac’s barren hill
When winter roses bloomed
And roses were mere roses in the glowing laughter
of the lady’s smile.
‘My little son. I love you.’ So all Tepeyac’s holy hill
Now sang an Indian lullaby of roses and wild birds.