A fiction or a fact? an interview Of Christ with His own prophets? or a blink Of moonlight caught by dreaming eyes, that wink And wonder, and report what is not true? When will the impugners of the Gospel claims The deep consistent likeness recognise Between His woes and glories? Living ties That bind in one His honours and His shames? For all coheres; His pangs and triumphs touch Each other, like the wings of Cherubim: Strange was His Birth - His death and rising, such As to bear out that strangeness - and as much May well be said of dark Gethsemane, That sternest link in the great unity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY DIAL-THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RUNNERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by WILLIAM BLAKE |