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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stabat Mater</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nigh the cross with sorrow laden,<br>Weeping stood the Mother-maiden<br>While her Son in torment hung:<br>Sadly moaning, deeply wailing,<br>Now the cruel sword prevailing<br>Pierced her soul with anguish wrung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh how sad that spirit lowly,<br>Blessèd Virgin, pure and holy,<br>Mother of the Only-born.<br>She with bitter grief and sighing,<br>Piteous Mother of the dying,<br>Saw her son with anguish torn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who could, tearless, thus behold her,<br>While such agonies enfold her,<br>Mother of the Crucified?<br>Who could see the Christ before him<br>See his Mother grieving o'er Him,<br>And unpitying turn aside?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In His torment she beheld Him,<br>While the cruel scourge compelled Him<br>Others' sins to expiate,<br>Saw her Son so meek and tender<br>Forth His stainless spirit render,<br>Hers, yet dying desolate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, fount of all affection,<br>Let me, bowed in sore dejection,<br>Share the grief and bear the rod.<br>Let my soul with ardour glowing,<br>Hence abound to overflowing<br>With the love of Christ my God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holy Mother, pierce my spirit<br>With the wounds for my demerit<br>Borne upon the accursed tree.<br>Let me, keenly sympathising,<br>Feel the torment agonising,<br>Of the cross endured for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tear for tear, thy sorrow bearing,<br>Be it mine, thine anguish sharing,<br>While I live to weep with thee,<br>With thee at the cross abiding,<br> <br>With thee mournful watch dividing,<br>This I ask thee tearfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Virgin, virgins all excelling,<br>May my spirit near thee dwelling,<br>Feel thy bitter grief its own;<br>Share the Saviour's dark affliction,<br>Passion, scourge, and crucifixion,<br>Pang for pang and groan for groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pierce me till my spirit bleedeth,<br>Pierce me till my sense recedeth,<br>Blood-enraptured clean away.<br>Virgin blest when time is ended,<br>Be my soul by thee defended,<br>In the dreadful Judgment Day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ, when hence my soul is fleeting,<br>Through thy mother mercy meeting,<br>Be the palm of victory given.<br>When this mortal bond shall sever,<br>Take my spirit home for ever,<br>To the glorious rest of Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q>
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Weeping stood the Mother-maiden
While her Son in torment hung:
Sadly moaning, deeply wailing,
Now the cruel sword prevailing
Pierced her soul with anguish wrung.

Oh how sad that spirit lowly,
Blessèd Virgin, pur..."></div>
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