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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
[time] => 2005-11-12 09:49:06
[hometext] => This is a historical versified narrative dating back to the time of the Crusades
[bodytext] => 
Elisabeth - means House of God,-
a name of Hebrew root,
Sweet 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!”
St.Elisabeth is Patroness of Hungary, Austria and Germany.
Many visitors and tourists still visit daily the Wartburg
near the Thuringian forest) by the city of Eisenach.
In te days of my childhood we had no school, and great festivities in her honor all over the country.
Her Feast on the RC calendar is Nov. 17.formerly Nov.19th
(She is likewise universal patroness of all Franciscan Tertiaries (Lay members of St. Francis' Third Order)
The graphic shows St. Elizabeth meeting St. Francis together with King St. Louis of France, - both Saints are Franciscan Tertiaries)
In French Canada most hospitals or houses for the homeless have the name "Maison de St. Elisabeth" or "Maison de St. Luis".
.
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Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
Contributed by
Elizabeth_Dandy
on
Saturday, 12th November 2005 @ 09:49:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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Elisabeth - means House of God,-
a name of Hebrew root,
Sweet 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!”
St.Elisabeth is Patroness of Hungary, Austria and Germany.
Many visitors and tourists still visit daily the Wartburg
near the Thuringian forest) by the city of Eisenach.
In te days of my childhood we had no school, and great festivities in her honor all over the country.
Her Feast on the RC calendar is Nov. 17.formerly Nov.19th
(She is likewise universal patroness of all Franciscan Tertiaries (Lay members of St. Francis' Third Order)
The graphic shows St. Elizabeth meeting St. Francis together with King St. Louis of France, - both Saints are Franciscan Tertiaries)
In French Canada most hospitals or houses for the homeless have the name "Maison de St. Elisabeth" or "Maison de St. Luis".
.
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Elizabeth_Dandy
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2005-11-12 09:49:06]
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Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
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by emystar on
Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 01:11:10 AM AEST
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Very interesting write. Again u make learning fun.
huggs, luv, peace,
emy |
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Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
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by sararose1950 on
Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 11:53:58 AM AEST
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| wonderful!!! I seem to wait for more stories- *smiles* great writing indeed |
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Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
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by lovingcritters on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 10:55:06 AM AEST
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I know another Elisabeth that lived here in this country that follows her footsteps closely. She learned numerous (8) languages just so she empathize better with those she was helping. And Yes, this Elisabeth was helping others in many ways. She was delightfully talented in painting, sculpturing, writer of beautiful poetry.........endless list...........her name is Elisabeth Dandy the author of this most interesting poem. Marvelous ED, simply Marvelous, the images are so appropriate and everything so detailed.
BRAVO!
Warm love
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Re: Ode to St. Elisabeth of Hungary
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by DreamPoetess on
Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 02:29:49 PM AEST
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This is a very outstanding write here my friend, and you sure do know your history, thank you especially for messaging me that you posted it:>
Meagan:> |
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