Till the stars sicken at the day of doom.
"Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field or grove, could[594] any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed;[HZ] render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
There, by her innocent Baby's precious grave,
And on the very turf[595] that roofs her own,
The Mother oft was seen to stand, or kneel
In the broad day, a weeping Magdalene.[596]