“I mourned, hands clenched, before that mound. For the piercing cold of grief had caught Me in the doleful dread and bound My heart, though reason solace sought. I longed for my pearl, locked in the ground, While fierce contentions in me fought. In Christ, though comfort could be found. My wretched will was still distraught. I fell upon that flowery plot.”
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