And I a sonless wife
To live a death in life.
O, my son! O, God of Truth!
O, my unrewarded youth!
O, my birthless sicknesses,
Until doom without redress!
O, my bosom's silent nest!
O, the heart broke in my breast!"

_Then said another woman_:

"Murderers, obeying
Herod's wicked willing,
One ye would be slaying,
Many are ye killing.
Infants would ye smother?
Ruffians ye have rather
Wounded many a father,
Slaughtered many a mother.
Hell's black jaws your horrid deed is glutting,
Heaven's white gate against your black souls shutting.

"Ye are guilty of the Great Offence!
Ye have spilt the blood of innocence."

_And yet another woman said_:

"O Lord Christ come to me!
Nay, no longer tarry!
With my son, home to Thee