For Good Friday: a very old Irish poem by an unknown author, as set to music by Samuel Barber in his “Hermit Songs.”
The remarkable thing here is that Christ suffers more in thinking about his mother’s grief than over his own crucifixion!
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At the cry of the first bird
They began to crucify Thee, o Swan.
Never shall lament cease because of that!
It was like the parting of day from night.
O sore was the suffering borne by the body of Mary's Son.
But sorer still to Him was the grief
That for His sake
Came upon His mother.
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