Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, STABAT MATER (1), by JOHN BANISTER TABB


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First Line: In the shadow of the rood
Last Line: With thy glory crowned.
Alternate Author Name(s): Father Tabb
Subject(s): Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Women - Bible; Virgin Mary


In the shadow of the rood,
Broken-hearted there she stood
Near her Son and Lord;
While her soul, His doom lamenting,
Yet in sacrifice consenting,
Felt the cleaving sword.

Thou alone no ransom needing,
Let thy Son, the Victim bleeding,
For my sin atone;
What for me, my God and Brother
Deigns to bear, O sinless Mother,
Lean not thou alone.

To the lash, for sin atoning,
Lo, He bows! and thou, O moaning
Mother, now must see
Limb from limb His spirit languish,
And His latest looks of anguish,
Turned in love to thee!

Came there ever to another
Grief like thine, O wounded Mother,
As thou lookest upon
Him, the Son of God, all holy,
And of thee, a virgin lowly,
Sole-begotten Son?

Who so lost to human feeling
As to hide his tears revealing
Sympathy with thine?
Who that e'er was born of woman,
In a tenderness so human,
Sees not love divine?

Let me near the fountain growing
Of thy tenderness o'erflowing,
Drink my fill thereof;
Let the fervid flames illuming
All thy soul, a fire consuming,
Kindle mine to love.

One with thee, my vigil keeping;
One with thee, the mourner, weeping
Near His sacred side,
Where thy soil in desolation
Waits of woe the consummation,
Let my soul abide.

Virgin, earth's divinest blossom,
Spurn not from thy fragrant bosom
Dews that fall for thee!
make me, near thy Son remaining,
Simon-like, His cross sustaining
One in sympathy!

Let me from His life-distilling
Wounds, mine empty chalice filling,
Quaff the crimson wine;
Let the flames, devouring, end me,
In thy chastity defend me
From the wrath divine.

Lord, through her who brought Thee hither,
Let me, hence departing whither
Thou the way hast found,
Come through Death's opposing portal
To the Victor's palm immortal,
With Thy glory crowned.





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