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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY PATRONS, by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thy spear rent christ, when dead for me he lay | |||
Thy spear rent Christ, when dead for me He lay: Thy spear rent Christ, when dead for me He lay: My sin rends Christ, though never one save He My sin rends Christ, though never one save He Perfectly loves me, comforts me. Then pray, Perfectly loves me, comforts me. Then pray, Longinus Saint! the Crucified, for me. Longinus Saint! the Crucified, for me. Hard is the holy war, and hard the way: At rest with ancient victors would I be. O faith's first glory from our England! pray, Hard is the holy war, and hard the way: At rest with ancient victors would I be. Saint Alban! to the Lord of Hosts, for me. Fain would I watch with thee, till morning gray, O faith's first glory from our England! pray, Beneath the stars austere: so might I see Saint Alban! to the Lord of Hosts, for me. Sunrise, and light, and joy, at last. Then pray, John Baptist Saint! unto the Christ, for me. Remembering God's coronation day; Fain would I watch with thee, till morning gray, Beneath the stars austere: so might I see Thorns, for His crown; His throne, a Cross: to thee Heaven's kingdom dearer was than earth's. Then pray Sunrise, and light, and joy, at last. Then pray, Saint Louis! to the King of kings, for me. John Baptist Saint! unto the Christ, for me. Thy love loved all things: thy love knew no stay, But drew the very wild beasts round thy knee. Remembering God's coronation day; O lover of the least and lowest! pray, Thorns, for His crown; His throne, a Cross: to thee Saint Francis! to the Son of Man, for me. Bishop of souls in servitude astray, Heaven's kingdom dearer was than earth's. Then pray Saint Louis! to the King of kings, for me. Who didst for holy service set them free: Use still thy discipline of love, and pray, Saint Charles! unto the world's High Priest, for me. Thy love loved all things: thy love knew no stay, -1893 But drew the very wild beasts round thy knee. O lover of the least and lowest! pray, Saint Francis! to the Son of Man, for me. Bishop of souls in servitude astray, Who didst for holy service set them free: Use still thy discipline of love, and pray, Saint Charles! unto the world's High Priest, for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON A FRIEND by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON CELTIC SPEECH by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ENTHUSIASTS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON FRIENDS: 4 by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON HILL AND VALE by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON LOVE'S WAYS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON MYSTIC AND CAVALIER by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |
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