1 Oh, must I leave our Lady's altar,
Where oft I've found such sweet delight?
My sad adieux must I now falter,
Must joys so pure now wing their flight?
Farewell, sweet month, sweet month of flow'rs.
Farewell, lov'd shrine, thou dear retreat;
But ere have fled these happy hours.
My heart I'll leave at Mary's feet.
2 How sweet to sing my Mother's praises,
And breathe to her my loving sighs!
So fondly on me then she gazes,
So softly beam her star-like eyes. [Chorus]
3 Ah! while my love to thee I'm singing,
To die this hour would be so sweet,
Like those spring flowers, perfumes flinging,
That bloom and languish at thy feet? [Chorus]Source: Laudis Corona: the new Sunday school hymn book, containing a collection of Catholic hymns, arranged for the principal seasons and festivals of the year #84