Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 15

How long I've lain below the Christ
That hangs upon the wall,
His suffering o'er my suffering:
Was his indeed for all?

Ah me, the weary, weary hours
So slowly by us file,
And not yet has the sad Christ learned—
As I have learned—to smile.
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