Religion
Christ and the Pagan
From The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, ed. D. H. S. Nicholson and A. H. E. Lee (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1917)
I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal Trees,
And they uplifted me.
'I hung upon a Tree.'
The sun and moon I saw,
And reverential awe
Subdued me day and night.
'I am the perfect Light.'
Within a lifeless Stone —
All other gods unknown —
I sought Divinity.
'The Corner-Stone am I.'
For sacrificial feast,
I slaughtered man and beast,
Red recompense to gain.
'So I, a Lamb, was slain.'
'Yea; such My hungering Grace
That wheresoever My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope.'
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MLA
Tabb, John Banister. “Christ and the Pagan.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/81/.
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Tabb, John Banister. “Christ and the Pagan.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/81/.
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