Poem: E Tenebris

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,

For I am drowning in a stormier sea

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:

The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,

My heart is as some famine-murdered land

Whence all good things have perished utterly,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And well I know my soul in Hell must lie

If I this night before God's throne should stand.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,

Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'

Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The wounded hands, the weary human face.