The Glories Of Mary Part 10 (The Burial Of Jesus) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Her last Dolour

Where your treasure lies
There the heart dwells;
Mary had just Jesus, she treasured,
And her heart with Jesus is buried;
Thus, that tomb doth bears
The heart of Jesus and Mary's.
Doleful, with her bitter heart
Bid him farewell, kissed him the last.
Then raising her heart to the Eternal Father:
"To thee I recommend him, O Father
Him who is thy son
At the same time that he is mine."
The tomb having been closed,
She left so afflicted and sad
Wailing in her sorrowful ditty
Which, to hear it, was a great pity,
As she laments so in pain
Scarce could men from tears refrain.
"And as she passed by the way,
People cried in such a way
That they pitied her beyond
That of her son crucified."
"At home, turning to St. John;
Ah, John, tell me, where is thy master?
And to the Magdalene;
Tell me, where is thy beloved, Daughter? "
Nay, sweet mother, thy son has gone
To prepare a home for you and your children.
The remembrance of Jesus
And those sweet days,
How she pressed him to her bosom
In the little crib of Bethlehem,
Their loving looks
And conversations,
The life giving words
Which fell from those divine lips.
Those beautiful reminiscence
Is now a sorrowful lance
Piercing mother's heart with passion
Piercing sans intermission.

Oh Mother, we crown thee
And till when we shall see,
You bear no tittle but that;
For your whole life indeed was in that;
You remain in glory for that;
And always our mother for that;
Queen of heaven and earth cos that;
Shrill! Shrill! ! all Shrill SORROW.
We crown thee Queen of martyrs
The Mother of Sorrows.

#Itz_Ali_Alexon

Nov.26-2017

The first and last, marked with quotation are by St. Alphonsus De Liguori. And The middle quote by St. Bernard. Although reconstructed to march the rhythms