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SCENE XVIII.
Rampart.In a shrine in the wall a devotional picture of the Mater Dolorosa, a flower-vase before it.
Gretchen.
(putting fresh flowers into the vase.)
Ah! bend thy face
To me in grace,
Thou rich in sorrows in my need!
To me in grace,
Thou rich in sorrows in my need!
With sword-pierced heart,
Thousandfold smart,
Thy dying Son thou seest bleed.
Thousandfold smart,
Thy dying Son thou seest bleed.
To the Father bending,
Sighs thou art sending
To Heaven for His and thine own need.
Sighs thou art sending
To Heaven for His and thine own need.
Who feeleth
How stealeth
My pain through every bone?
What fears in my poor heart are thronging,
How it trembles, how 'tis longing,
Thou dost know, but Thou alone!
How stealeth
My pain through every bone?
What fears in my poor heart are thronging,
How it trembles, how 'tis longing,
Thou dost know, but Thou alone!
Wherever I may go,
What woe, what woe, what woe
My breast breeds dolorously!
I am, ah! scarce alone,
I weep, weep, weep, and moan,
Till the heart breaks in me.
What woe, what woe, what woe
My breast breeds dolorously!
I am, ah! scarce alone,
I weep, weep, weep, and moan,
Till the heart breaks in me.
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The flower-pots before my window
I watered with tears, ah me!
As in the early morning
I plucked these flowers for Thee.
I watered with tears, ah me!
As in the early morning
I plucked these flowers for Thee.
The Sun within my chamber
Shone early, as he rose,
I sat in all my sorrow,
Upon my bed of woes.
Shone early, as he rose,
I sat in all my sorrow,
Upon my bed of woes.
Help! Save from shame and death, my meed!
Ah! bend Thy face
To me in grace,
Thou rich in sorrows, in my need!
Ah! bend Thy face
To me in grace,
Thou rich in sorrows, in my need!
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