They scattered flowers and leaves and moss
About the foot of the humble cross
And, when they knelt and prayed and wailed,
Theobald saw the Mother, veiled
And bowed in a mother's agony.
"She suffers more than the Christ," said he.
Theobald searched the fields and lanes
To find a solace for Mary's pains;
All the flowers were plucked and gone
Save a little dull Parsley, sere and wan;