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Rh Those little pearly feet of thine, So soft, so delicately fine, Be pierced and rent for me?

Then must that brow Its thorny crown receive; That cheek, more lovely than the rose, Be drench'd with blood and marr'd with blows, That I thereby may live?

O Mary blest, Sweet Virgin, hear my cry; Forgive the wrong that I have done To thee, in causing thy dear Son Upon the cross to die.

