That was Our blessed Lord,
And She took Him into the desert wild,
Over the camel's ford.
And a long song She sang to Him
And a short story told:
And She wrapped Him in a woollen cloak
To keep Him from the cold.
But when Our Lord was grown a man
The Rich they dragged Him down,
And they crucified Him in Golgotha,
Out and beyond the Town.
They crucified Him on Calvary,
Upon an April day;
And because He had been her little Son
She followed Him all the way.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross,
A little space apart,
And when She heard Our Lord cry out
A sword went through Her Heart.
They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,
Dead, in a winding sheet.
But Our Lady stands above the world
With the white Moon at Her feet.
~H. Belloc: Verses.
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| "The Seven Sorrows of the Virgin" by Albrecht Dürer. Oil on panel (main panel and side panels), c. 1496; Alte Pinakothek, Munchen and Gemäldegalerie, Dresden. |
