At the cross her station keeping,
Mary stood in sorrow weeping
When her Son was crucified.
....
Mary, fount of love's devotion,
Let me share with true emotion
All the sorrow you endured.
....
Virgin of all virgins blest!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share your grief divine
....
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awe-full judgment day.
jpr: It's been a long time since this poem crossed my path.
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