AT the Cross thy station keeping With the mournful Mother weeping, Thou, unto the sinless Son, Weepest for thy sinful one. Blood and water from His side Gush; in thee the streams divide: From thine eyes the one doth start, But the other from thy heart. Mary, for thy sinner, see, To her Sinless mourns with thee: Could that Son the son not heed, For whom two such mothers plead? So thy child had baptism twice, And the whitest from thine eyes. The floods lift up, lift up their voice, With a many-watered noise! Down the centuries fall those sweet Sobbing waters to our feet, And our laden air still keeps Murmur of a Saint that weeps. Teach us but, to grace our prayers, Such divinity of tears, -- Earth should be lustrate again With contrition of that rain: Till celestial floods o'er-rise The high tops of Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |