 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
XLII
DOMINE JESU CHRISTE
In things above, as in things below, when the King is thought to be dead, our cry should be: Long live the King!
Eucharistica
Poor, foolish penitent, whose streaming eyesSee Christus dead in agony, He lives;
Take comfort; He comes down into thy heart:
Thou hast received Him in thy sacrament.
Beyond the symbol of the, old beliefs stretch the great fields of faith.
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