In yesterday’s reach and to-morrow’s,

Out of sight though they lie of to-day,

There have been and there yet shall be sorrows

That smite not and bite not in play.

The life and the love thou despisest,

These hurt us indeed, and in vain,

O wise among women, and wisest,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

White sandalwood, black cypress, wormwood, creeping willow, and rue.