 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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MATER DOLOROSA.
Again maternal Autumn grieves,As blood-like drip the maple leaves
On Nature's Calvary,
And every sap-forsaken limb
Renews the mystery of Him
Who died upon a Tree.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
As blood-like drip the maple leaves
On Nature's Calvary,
And every sap-forsaken limb
Renews the mystery of Him
Who died upon a Tree.