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A CRUCIFIX
I
Thee such loveliness adornsOn Thy Cross, O my Desire—
As a lily Thou art among thorns,
As a rose lies back against his briar.
II
Thou art as a fair, green shoot,That along the wall doth run;
Thou art as a welcoming open fruit,
Stretched forth to the glory of the sun.
III
Thou art still as one in sleep,As the blood that Thou dost shed;
Thou art as a precious coral-reef
That scarce lifteth himself from his bed.
IV
Thy limbs are so fine, so long,'Mid the cords and nails that bind,
Thy body maketh a solemn song,
As a stream in a gorge confined.
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