God made of her tears—the Rosary

Verse 3 and the last, of this poem came from an old woman in America. Fr.Placid Nolan, op added the other verses

Our Lady wept sweet tears of joy

When first she held her baby boy;

Her son, foretold by angel bright,

New dawn on earth of heaven’s light.

The time had come as well she knew,

The mighty power of God to show;

And Mary wept soft tears of light

In Cana, where the best wine flowed

There, she stood beneath the Cross,

Her lovely head on her bosom bowed;

And Mary’s tears fell one by one,

As she beheld her dying son.

God crowned her Queen, and now

Her tears, like raindrops fall,

Each one a healing, loving touch

On all her children, when they call

But all those tears were saved,

As if by miracle;

And God in wondrous mystery,

Made of her tears-- the Rosary.