Lord, what does the ground here bear, that you water it so with your bitter tears?

Wolf, from Spanish Song Book, @ 1890

“Thorns, dear heart, for me, and for you a garland of flowers”
Ah, where such streams run will a garden flourish?
“Yes, and know this: many varied little garlands are woven there.”
O my Lord, for whose adornment are these garlands wreathed? O say!
“Those of thorns are for me; those of flowers I offer to you.”
MUS 220B:2010
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