 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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THE “CHRISTUS” OF THE PASSION PLAY OF OBERAMMERGAU
How does life seem to thee? I long to lookInto thine inmost soul, and see if thou
Art even as other men! Oh, set apart
And consecrate so long to purpose high,
Canst thou take up again our common lot,
And live as we live? Canst thou buy and sell,
Stoop to small needs, and petty ministries,
Work and get gain, eat, drink, and soundly sleep,
Sin and repent, as these thy brethren do?
Unto what name less sacred answerest thou
Who hast been called the Christ of Nazareth?
Thou who hast worn the awful crown of thorns,
Hanging like Him upon the dreatful Tree,
Canst thou, uncrowned, forget thy royalty?
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |