 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |  |
102
HOW THE ‘HIGHER CRITICISM’ BLESSES THE BIBLE.
You say 'tis still God's Book, still true and wise—Tho' you have shorn it of its noblest parts,
Disparag'd all its great biographies,
And left no nourishment for pining hearts;
But that's a foodless river, where the fish
Are stolen from the waters, every fin,
Whence thieves have harried all that God put in,
And spared us scarce enough to freight a dish;
So have you stolen away our food for faith—
With Moses disallow'd, and Paul review'd,
And Christ Himself by rival pens pursued,
That race each other thro' His life and death—
It irks my soul to see how bland you look,
Giving your foolish blessing to the Book!
| Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] | |