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SONNET. CHRIST'S LOVE.
Did Christ love many women? Yes. But he
Not only with strong sweet lips held them fast,
But with his soul he loved them to the last
And with the incarnate pulse of Deity.
The spirit of love in him was like a sea,
Immutable, eternal, wondrous, vast:
Yet when the wave of passionate joy was past,
His love throbbed onward through eternity.
Not only with strong sweet lips held them fast,
But with his soul he loved them to the last
And with the incarnate pulse of Deity.
The spirit of love in him was like a sea,
Immutable, eternal, wondrous, vast:
Yet when the wave of passionate joy was past,
His love throbbed onward through eternity.
Christ never lost a love.—He held his own
Safe though the winds of dark time round them rang.
No woman whose glad mouth with passion sang,
Touched by his mouth, her Master did disown.
Through Peter came the treacherous deadly pang:
The love of woman made Christ's cross a throne.
Safe though the winds of dark time round them rang.
No woman whose glad mouth with passion sang,
Touched by his mouth, her Master did disown.
Through Peter came the treacherous deadly pang:
The love of woman made Christ's cross a throne.
March 7, 1884.
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