Not on an altar shall mine eyes behold Thee; Though Thou art sacrifice, Thou too art Priest; Bend, that the feeble arms of Love enfold Thee, So Faith shall bloom, increased. Not on a Cross, with passion buds around Thee, Thorn-crowned and lonely, in Thy suffering; Nay, but as watching Mary met and found Thee, Dawn-robed, the Risen King. Not in the past, but in the present glorious, Not in the future, that I cannot span, Living and breathing, over death victorious, My God ... my Brother-Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 96 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE MOTHER LOVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |