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MARGARET'S PRAYER TO THE MATER DOLOROSA.
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Woe, woe!
Where'er I go,
Woe fills this bosom dull and deep;
Scarce am I left alone ere flow
The bitter streams. I weep, I weep!
Forlorn and aching
I feel the heart within me breaking.
Where'er I go,
Woe fills this bosom dull and deep;
Scarce am I left alone ere flow
The bitter streams. I weep, I weep!
Forlorn and aching
I feel the heart within me breaking.
I cull'd at dawn for Thee these flowers
From stems around my casement creeping,
They were water'd with the showers
Of my helpless hopeless weeping.
From stems around my casement creeping,
They were water'd with the showers
Of my helpless hopeless weeping.
Through the chamber bright and red
Shone the sunbeams in on me,
Where already up in bed
Sate I in my misery.
Shone the sunbeams in on me,
Where already up in bed
Sate I in my misery.
Oh, save me! save
From shame, and from the grave!
Oh, bend thy face,
Thou rich in agonies!
Oh, look with grace
On my necessities!
From shame, and from the grave!
Oh, bend thy face,
Thou rich in agonies!
Oh, look with grace
On my necessities!