When the Lord Christ paid life with death, Beside the cross his Mother stood: She saw her child yield up his breath, She knew the passing of her God. And he said: Weep not. Though I go, I leave thee not without a son. All souls for whom my blood doth flow Shall call thee mother: all for one. And Mary said: So be it done. Be they my children in thy stead. I will love all, who loved but one, And in the living see the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE STORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 14 by BLISS CARMAN THE LAST PROOF; AN EPILOGUE TO ANY PROOF by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |