| The Servant. O You most gracious mirror of all graces, in which the heavenly spirits regale and feed their eyes, would that I had before me Your delicious countenance in its deathly aspect until I had well steeped it in the tears of my heart; would that I might behold again and again those beautiful eyes, those bright cheeks, that tender mouth, all ghastly and dead, till I had fully relieved my heart in fervent lamentation over my Love. Alas! sweet Lord, Your Passion affects so deeply the hearts of some people that they are able to lament over You with the greatest fervour, and weep for You from their very hearts. O God, could I, and might I, now represent all devout hearts with my lamentation, might I shed the tears of all eyes, and utter the doleful words of all tongues, then would I show You today how near to my heare Your woeful Passion lies. | |