Our Lady of anguish
So they called you, but I see Virgil's Aeneid diminish
Our Lady of charity
You gave to the world all you had chastity
Our Lady of dolours
By grace your life beamed bright with colors
Our Lady of pain
By grace you overcame and with great gain
Our Lady of patience
By grace you ushered to the world pre-eminence
Our Lady of solitude
By grace you became mother of a multitude
Our Lady of sorrows
By grace you embraced joy that forever lasts
Our lady virgin,
You hated vanity
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