Oh! how sad, how sorrow laden,
Stood the meek and blessed maiden,
God's true mother undefiled.Trembling, weeping, whelmed in woes,
Winessing the dying throes
Of her own immortal child.Who is he who would not weep,
Could he know what anguish deep,
Pierced the mother of the Lord?Who from sorrow could refrain,
Gazing on that mother's pain,
Weeping with her son adored?
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Stabat Mother
The Sorrowful Mother. Every Saturday belongs to her.
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Beautiful reflection, beautiful picture.
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