"The eldest of the three is named Mater Lachrymarum, Our Lady of
Tears. She it is that night and day raves and moans, calling for
vanished faces. She stood in Rama, where a voice was heard of
lamentation--Rachel weeping for her children, and refusing to be
comforted. She it was that stood in Bethlehem on the night when
Herod's sword swept its nurseries of Innocents, and the little feet
were stiffened for ever which were heard at times as they trotted
along floors overhead, woke pulses of love in household hearts that
were not unmarked in heaven. Her eyes are sweet and subtle; wild and
sleepy by turns; often times rising to the clouds, often times
challenging the heavens. She wears a diadem round her head. And I
knew by childish memories that she could go abroad upon the winds,
when she heard the sobbing of litanies or the thundering of organs,
and when she beheld the mustering of summer clouds."