Come short of the span allotted to me.

Mother of mine, when you bathed[[65]] in flowers

Your baby child, of a few short hours,

The while the shower of blossoms broke

Why did not you let the petals choke?

Mother of mine, did you kneel and pray

In cloister dim, when a babe I lay,

That all misfortune should depart

From the little child held to your heart?

“I bore you there, and I knelt and prayed.