Monastery of the Visitation



 



At the cross, her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to her Son to the last.

Christ above in torment hangs
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.

Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?

For the sins of His own nation
saw Him hang in desolation
till His spirit forth He sent . . . .