By the cross, on which suspended. With his bleeding hands extended, Hung that Son she so adored, Stood the mournful Mother weeping. She whose heart, its silence keeping. Grief had cleft as with a sword. O, that Mother's sad affliction-- Mother of all benediction-- Of the sole-begotten One; Oh, the grieving, sense-bereaving, Of her heaving breast, perceiving The dread sufferings of her Son. What man is there so unfeeling. Who, his heart to pity steeling. Could behold that sight unmoved? Could Christ's Mother see there weeping, See the pious Mother keeping Vigil by the Son she loved? {202} A very beautiful translation in the meter of the original was also made by the distinguished Irish poet, Aubrey de Vere. The last two stanzas of this translation have been considered as perhaps the most charmingly effective equivalent in English for Jacopone's wonderfully devotional termination that has ever been written. May his wounds both wound and heal me; His blood enkindle, cleanse, anneal me; Be his cross my hope and stay: Virgin, when the mountains quiver, From that flame which burns for ever, Shield me on the judgment-day. Christ, when he that shaped me calls me, When advancing death appalls me. Through her prayer the storm make calm: When to dust my dust returneth Save a soul to thee that yearneth; Grant it thou the crown and palm. Even distinguished professors of philosophy and theology occasionally indulged themselves in the privilege of writing these Latin hymns and, what is more surprising, succeeded in making poetry of a very high order. At least two of the most distinguished professors in these branches at the University of Paris in the latter half of the Thirteenth Century, must be acknowledged as having written hymns that are confessedly immortal, not because of any canonical usage that keeps them alive, but because they express in very different ways, in wondrously beautiful language some of the sublimest religious thoughts of their time. These two are St. Bonaventure, the Franciscan, and St. Thomas of Aquin, the Dominican. St. Bonaventure's hymns on the Passion and Cross of Christ represent what has been most beautifully sung on these subjects in all the ages. St. Thomas' poetic work centers around the Blessed Sacrament in whose honor he was so ardent and so devoted {203} that the composition of the office for its feast was confided to him by the Pope. The hymns he wrote, far from being the series of prosy theological formulas that might have been expected perhaps under such circumstances, are great contributions to a form of literature which contains more gems of purest ray in its collection than almost any other. St. Thomas' poetic jewels shine with no borrowed radiance, and their effulgence is not cast into shadow even by the greatest of their companion pieces among the Latin hymns of a wonderfully productive century.