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when St. Clare sang the more pathetic parts. Tom would have sympathized more heartily, if he had known the meaning of the beautiful words: Recordare Jesu pie Quod sum causa tuae viae Ne me perdas, illa die Querens me sedisti lassus Redemisti crucem passus Tantus labor non sit cassus. 3 Think, O Jesus, for what reason Thou endured’st earth’s spite and treason, Nor me lose, in that dread season; Seeking me, thy worn feet hasted, On the cross thy soul death tasted, Let not all these toils be wasted. St. Clare threw a deep and pathetic expression into the words; for the shad- owy veil of years seemed drawn away, and he seemed to hear his mother’s voice leading his. Voice and instrument seemed both living, and threw out with vivid 3 These lines have been thus rather inadequately translated: |
