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FOURTH STATION                                            








      (The Voice of a Child)








They say this is His Mother,
the people aged and tall.
Who stands upon the roadway
rejected by them all;
her eyes are on the crosses.

 Oh, why am I so small!
The heavy wood is pressing
the flesh that is her Son.
No word from her is wanted
whose cloak with dust is spun;
she may not cry in anguish.

 Weep, mothers, gazing on!
His searching eyes have found you
and sent their love to you;
but now the hill up yonder
demands His life anew.

 On tip-toe I was standing;
I saw your hand ascending
to bid a last adieu.








– Ruth Schaumann
Translated from the German: William Brell


















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