Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||
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CHRIST AND THE PAGAN
I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal Trees,
And they uplifted me.
“I hung upon a Tree.”
The sacerdotal Trees,
And they uplifted me.
“I hung upon a Tree.”
The sun and moon I saw,
And reverential awe
Subdued me day and night.
“I am the perfect Light.”
And reverential awe
Subdued me day and night.
“I am the perfect Light.”
Within a lifeless Stone—
All other gods unknown—
I sought Divinity.
“The Corner-Stone am I.”
All other gods unknown—
I sought Divinity.
“The Corner-Stone am I.”
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For sacrificial feast
I slaughtered man and beast,
Red recompense to gain.
“So I, a Lamb, was slain.
I slaughtered man and beast,
Red recompense to gain.
“So I, a Lamb, was slain.
“Yea; such My hungering Grace
That wheresoe'er My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope.”
That wheresoe'er My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope.”
Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||