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iii. Complaint of the Blessed Virgin.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

The Mother stood with Grief confounded,
Near the Cross; her Tears abounded
While her dear Son hanged was,
Through whose Soul, her Sighs forth venting,
Sadly mourning and lamenting,
Sharpest Points of Swords did pass.
O how sad and how distress'd,
Was the Mother ever-bless'd,
Who God's only Son forth-brought:
She in Grief and Woes did languish,
Quaking to behold what Anguish
To her noble Son was wrought.