The Burden

One grief on me is laid
   Each day of every year,
Wherein no soul can aid,
   Whereof no soul can hear: 
Whereto no end is seen 
   Except to grieve again-
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
   Where is there greater pain?  

To dream on dear disgrace
   Each hour of every day- 
To bring no honest face 
   To aught I do or say:
To lie from morn till e'en- 
   To know my lies are vain- 
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
   Where can be greater pain?  

To watch my steadfast fear
   Attend mine every way
Each day of every year- 
   Each hour of every day:
To burn, and chill between- 
   To quake and rage again- 
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
   Where shall be greater pain: 
One grave to me was given- 
   To guard till Judgment Day- 
But God looked down from Heaven
   And rolled the Stone away!
One day of all my years- 
   One hour of that one day- 
His Angel saw my tears
   And rolled the Stone away!