From Hermit Songs:
Text:
At the cry of the first bird
They began to crucify Thee, O
Swan!
Never shall lament cease because of that.
It was like the
parting of day from night.
Ah, sore was the suffering borne
By the
body of Mary’s Son,
But sorer still to Him was the grief
Which
for His sake
Came upon His Mother.
(I know, this would have been more appropriate yesterday, but I was offline. If I’d thought about it soon enough I could have scheduled the post ahead of time.)
Light On Dark Water 
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