Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STABAT MATER SPECIOSA, by JACOPONE DA TODI Poet's Biography First Line: Stood the lovely mother smiling Last Line: To the vision of his face! Alternate Author Name(s): Jacopo Dei Benedeti; Bebedetti, Jacopo Subject(s): Christmas; Jesus Christ; Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Women In The Bible; Nativity, The; Virgin Mary | ||||||||
STOOD the lovely Mother smiling By the Manger where beguiling Lay her little one at rest; All her soul its gladness voicing; As the gleam of her rejoicing Swept across her gentle breast. O how joyous she, The Blesséd And Immaculate, caresséd Him that was her only Son! How her heart exulted for Him How she bent enraptured o'er Him, Born of her, The Holy One! Who is there that contemplating Christ's own Mother jubilating Would not share in such a joy? Who beholding could be other Than entranced with Christ's own Mother Fondling her Immortal Boy. Through the sins of man, His creatures, She beholds the Christ-Child's features 'Mid the breathing kine and cold; Sees her darling born deploring; And the place of His adoring But a miserable fold. "Born is Christ within a stable!" Hark, the joy immensurable Heaven's townfolk sing around! There anear the Maid the Elder Stood in silence and beheld her, Wondering with her at the sound. Would, O Mother,Love-Fount tender! Thou to me wouldst ardour render So my breast might glow as thine! Till my heart for love inflaming Might be also made unblaming For His gentle head divine. Blesséd Motherthou art playing Just as though no wounds are staying To be fixed upon thy heart; Of thy Son the heaven-descended To the Manger unattended Of His sorrows, grant me part! Grant me all my life's full measure Jesukin that I may treasure Gladly on my breast to strain: Fervor like to thine to fill me, Grant thine Infant's arms to thrill me Whilst in exile I remain! Virgin of all Virgins Fairest, Nay, withhold not Him thou bearest, Let thy Babe of Paradise By my arms be soft surrounded Him,whose birth hath Death confounded At the Final Sacrifice! Grant, as thine, to slake my yearning, With thy Child in rapture turning In the joyous surge of grace; All inflamed and love-enkindled Every mortal impulse dwindled Let me share in such embrace. Hark ye,all ye Manger lovers, Shepherds leave your watchful covers Join the Voices of the Night! He in taking birth hath heard you; Chant, and, with His Chosen, gird you For the Fatherland of Light! When thy Son hath ta'en and healed me, And the Word of God doth shield me, Grant I be confirmed in Grace! When the body's life is ended, Be my soul by thee attended To the Vision of His Face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADONNA by KATHARINE LEE BATES BALLADE TO OUR LADY OF CZESTOCHOWA by HILAIRE BELLOC OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SONG OF MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON ISLAND MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON MARY'S DREAM by LUCILLE CLIFTON STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI |
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