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Three Hours, O Christ
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Three Hours, O Christ
Three hours, O Christ,Us to set free
Did thy body hang
On the bitter tree.
Longer, Prometheus,
Thou! Age-long
Did the ridge of Asia
Support thy wrong.
But Man, whom ye loved—
Man, in whose dream
Ye did deliver,
Ye did redeem—
Whose weightless body
At last hath wings,
Leaves not the mount
Of your sufferings:—
Of his own creatures
Become afraid,
Gnawn by the vultures
Himself hath made;
Man, in whom vision
Outsoars the will,
To Earth, war-weary,
Is nailèd still.
August 1914.
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