GOD, named Love, whose fount Thou art, Thy crownless Church before Thee stands, With too much hating in her heart, And too much striving in her hands! O loving Lord! O slain for love! Thy blood upon thy garments came -- Inwrap their folds our brows above, Before we tell Thee all our shame! 'Love as I loved you,' was the sound That on thy lips expiring sate! Sweet words, in bitter strivings drowned! We hated as the worldly hate. The spear that pierced for love thy side, We dared for wrathful use to crave; And with our cruel noise denied Its silence to thy blood-red grave! Ah, blood! that speaketh more of love Than Abel's -- could we speak like Cain, And grieve and scare that holy Dove, The parting love-gift of the Slain? Yet, Lord, thy wronged love fulfil! Thy Church, though fallen, before Thee stands -- Behold, the voice is Jacob's still, Albeit the hands are Esau's hands! Hast Thou no tears, like those besprent Upon thy Zion's ancient part? No moving looks, like those which sent Their softness through a traitor's heart? No touching tale of anguish dear; Whereby like children we may creep, All trembling, to each other near, And view each other's face, and weep? Oh, move us -- THOU hast power to move -- One in the one Beloved to be! Teach us the heights and depths of love -- Give THINE -- that we may love like THEE! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PLAINT OF A YOUNG LAWYER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MYSTERY: 2 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EXTEMPORANEOUS EFFUSION by ROBERT BURNS |