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Elisabeth - means House of God,- a name of Hebrew root,

My Patron Saint,- to her this Ode, who was so great and good!

Her father, a proud sovereign, - the king of Hungary,

Who wished close bonds to entertain with a margrave of Germany.



Thuringia’s youthful margrave wooed for the dainty child bride’s hand,

And soon they took Elisabeth in her cradle to his land.

There she grew up, and then was wed,. and the Wartburg became her domain,

And the paupers waited to be fed by the merciful chatelaine



They flocked to her from near and far, by boat and overland,

The needy clung to their shining star, with the giving, generous hand.

She comforted the desperate, the sick and the destitute

They all turned to Elisabeth,- while the rulers played the lute.



Into roses turned her hidden bread, -bright roses red and gold

When she was asked to demonstrate, what she hid in her garment’s fold.

Yet daily she made her quick descent from the Wartburg’s crest on high,

Bread in her apron, bread in her hand, while the hungry crowd drew nigh



When famine struck, Elisabeth, baked bread by day and night-

But when she clan and kinfolk met, she saw their hate and spite;

Her loving spouse, the margrave died in a Holy Land Crusade

And the clan was free to vent their spite and to drive her from her estate.

.

To live with her children in a sty, for pigs, till a shocked prelate

Embarrassed by the affront stood by to protect her from ill and hate.

Hereafter the princess took the veil, of the poet Assisian-

St. Francis, in an Umbrian dale, who taught her his Hymn to the Sun.



She served the poor until her end, while scorned by those she had fed

And bit with disdain the loving hand that had nourished them and clad

But on her deathbed her countenance, brought her nurses to their knee

So great and bright her radiance and luminosity.

Three European countries vie to proclaim her their patroness

And in devoted affection cry: “Hail Saint Elisabeth!”..

by Elizabeth Dandy

..





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Ode to St. Elisabeth

Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Wednesday, 20th November 2002 @ 10:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry







Elisabeth - means House of God,- a name of Hebrew root,

My Patron Saint,- to her this Ode, who was so great and good!

Her father, a proud sovereign, - the king of Hungary,

Who wished close bonds to entertain with a margrave of Germany.



Thuringia’s youthful margrave wooed for the dainty child bride’s hand,

And soon they took Elisabeth in her cradle to his land.

There she grew up, and then was wed,. and the Wartburg became her domain,

And the paupers waited to be fed by the merciful chatelaine



They flocked to her from near and far, by boat and overland,

The needy clung to their shining star, with the giving, generous hand.

She comforted the desperate, the sick and the destitute

They all turned to Elisabeth,- while the rulers played the lute.



Into roses turned her hidden bread, -bright roses red and gold

When she was asked to demonstrate, what she hid in her garment’s fold.

Yet daily she made her quick descent from the Wartburg’s crest on high,

Bread in her apron, bread in her hand, while the hungry crowd drew nigh



When famine struck, Elisabeth, baked bread by day and night-

But when she clan and kinfolk met, she saw their hate and spite;

Her loving spouse, the margrave died in a Holy Land Crusade

And the clan was free to vent their spite and to drive her from her estate.

.

To live with her children in a sty, for pigs, till a shocked prelate

Embarrassed by the affront stood by to protect her from ill and hate.

Hereafter the princess took the veil, of the poet Assisian-

St. Francis, in an Umbrian dale, who taught her his Hymn to the Sun.



She served the poor until her end, while scorned by those she had fed

And bit with disdain the loving hand that had nourished them and clad

But on her deathbed her countenance, brought her nurses to their knee

So great and bright her radiance and luminosity.

Three European countries vie to proclaim her their patroness

And in devoted affection cry: “Hail Saint Elisabeth!”..

by Elizabeth Dandy

..





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.




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Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Wednesday, 20th November 2002 @ 12:12:18 PM AEST
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I liked this alot it hit home for me! My moms from Germany & my dads from Hungry,Goid job! Christina


Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Sunday, 24th November 2002 @ 01:30:01 AM AEST
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I am so happy to find your comments to the Ode to St. Elizabeth and to learn your mom is from Germany and dad from Hungary.
Yes indeed, St. Elizabeth is proudly proclaimed by the afore-mentioned 3 countries, but is likewise venerated in French Canada where most hospices are called: "Maison de St. Elisabeth"!
and in Italy (see the historic meeting with St. Francis and in France. (King Louis of France and St. Elizabeth became the first Franciscan Tertiaries.
Thanks
Elizabeth




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