The Mothers

Three mothers met that woeful day;
One as her dead Son pale, one gray
With grieving, and one red with shame:
All called upon one blessed Name.

One from the sorrow of the Cross,
One by the woe of kindred loss,
And one cried out in agony
From shadow of a blacker tree.

One gave the Nazarean birth,
One brought the pardoned thief to earth,
While of that hopeless one begot
Was Judas the Iscariot.
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