Now pearled with tears, are bent in mournful guise
On image of the Crucified within
Her fingers’ slender clasp; in sacred trance
Now rapt, its mysteries are revealed; dark sin
In ghastly horror rises; now her glance
On bleeding form, pierced brow, is fixed; once more
Upon those wounded shoulders, drenched in gore,
The cross hangs trembling; o’er her soul,
Transpierced with love, deep floods of anguish roll;
And burning words her holy passion tell,