Faust A Tragedy. By J. W. Goethe |
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SCENE VII.
An enclosed Area.(In a niche of the wall an image of the Mater dolorosa, with flower-jugs before it.)
MARGARET.
(placing fresh flowers in the jugs.)
O mother rich in sorrows,
Bend down to hear my cry!
O bend thee, gracious mother,
To soothe mine agony!
Bend down to hear my cry!
O bend thee, gracious mother,
To soothe mine agony!
Thy heart with swords is pierced,
And tears are in thine eye,
Because they made thy dear Son,
A cruel death to die.
And tears are in thine eye,
Because they made thy dear Son,
A cruel death to die.
Thou lookest up to heaven,
And deeply thou dost sigh;
His God and thine beholds thee,
And soothes thine agony.
And deeply thou dost sigh;
His God and thine beholds thee,
And soothes thine agony.
Oh! who can know,
What bitter woe
Doth pierce me through and through?
The fear, the anguish of my heart,
Its every pang, its every smart,
Know'st thou, and only thou.
What bitter woe
Doth pierce me through and through?
The fear, the anguish of my heart,
Its every pang, its every smart,
Know'st thou, and only thou.
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And wheresoe'er I wend me,
What woes, what woes attend me,
And how my bosom quakes!
And when alone I find me,
With weeping, weeping, weeping,
My heart for sorrow breaks.
What woes, what woes attend me,
And how my bosom quakes!
And when alone I find me,
With weeping, weeping, weeping,
My heart for sorrow breaks.
These flowers, I pluck'd this morrow
For thee, at break of day,
I dew'd with tears of sorrow,
O wipe them thou away!
For thee, at break of day,
I dew'd with tears of sorrow,
O wipe them thou away!
And ere the morn's first sunbeam
Into my room was shed,
I sat, in deepest anguish,
And watch'd it on my bed.
Into my room was shed,
I sat, in deepest anguish,
And watch'd it on my bed.
O save me, Mother of Sorrows!
Unto my prayer give heed,
By all the wounds that pierce thee,
O save me in my need!
Unto my prayer give heed,
By all the wounds that pierce thee,
O save me in my need!
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