O Milagre Das Rosas

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(Queen Saint Isabel when she lived in her kingdom
She was charity itself to whom she extended her hand
Despite her wealth, she did not ignore anyone
The noble saint queen helped the poor
However, the sovereign king who lived in opulence
Prohibited the saint queen from giving alms
Saying that she humiliated the noble sovereignty
But when the king was absent, Isabel appeared
Among the peasants who cried with joy
To see their saint queen who carried in her apron
Gold, silver, and food that she shared with the poor)

And it was in one of those moments
That the king appeared
And in the midst of poverty
The queen surprised

What are you doing here, lady
Without my consent?
What do you have in that apron
That you quickly hid from me?

The saint queen answers
I went to the garden
To pick a bouquet of flowers
To adorn our table

I was going to the castle
And stopped to rest
But the king, not believing
Asked her to show

The apron then opened
And the king trembled
For the divine miracle
Happened at that moment

Instead of gold and silver
Punishing the atheist king
Beautiful perfumed roses
Appeared in the apron

Nowadays Saint Isabel
Is a powerful saint
Her church is a shelter
For religious poverty

She is the protector of the home
This miraculous saint
Everyone already knows
Because of the miracle of the roses```