Text Box: Why, 0 Mother, are you worried? Why your heart so heavily harried? Why, Mother, are you dismayed? (2) Ask me not, I’m faint with anguish; I am speechless and I languish With the pain that grips my heart. (2) Tell me, tell me, Blessed Mary, Why so pale, what grief you carry? Why so bitterly you weep? (2) Lo, see my Son dejected In the Garden, all rejected, Sweating blood in grief and pain. (2) Mother, fount of love and sorrow, May my spirit from you borrow Little of your pain profound. (2)

Mary’s Dialog with the Soul