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Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry

THE CRUCIFIXION

Kuno Meyer translation

At the cry of the first bird They began to crucify Thee, O cheek like a swan! It were not right ever to cease lamenting— It was like the parting of day from night. Ah! though sore the suffering Put upon the body of Mary's Son— Sorer to Him was the grief That was upon her for His sake.

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