Mary, When That Little Child
Illustration★★★★Mary, when that little child Lay upon your heart at rest, Did the thorns, Maid-mother, mild, Pierce your breast? 297 Mary, when that little child Softly kissed your cheek benign, Did you know, O Mary Mild, Judas’ sign? Mary, when that little child Cooed and prattled at your knee, Did you see with heart-beat wild, Calvary?
The point
A meditative poem asking whether Mary, holding her infant Son, foresaw His destiny of suffering, knowing His affection while seeing the shadow of Calvary.
