Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Devotional Pieces

‘The Love of Christ which Passeth Knowledge’

I bore with thee long weary days and nights,

    Through many pangs of heart, through many tears;

I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights,

        For three and thirty years.

Who else had dared for thee what I have dared?

    I plunged the depth most deep from bliss above;

I not My flesh, I not My spirit spared:

        Give thou Me love for love.

For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth,

    For thee I trembled in the nightly frost:

Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:

        Why wilt thou still be lost?

I bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced:

    Men only marked upon My shoulders borne

The branding cross; and shouted hungry-voiced,

        Or wagged their heads in scorn.

Thee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name

    Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine eyes:

I, Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame;

        I, God, Priest, Sacrifice.

A thief upon My right hand and My left;

    Six hours alone, athirst, in misery:

At length in death one smote My heart and cleft

        A hiding-place for thee.

Nailed to the racking cross, than bed of down

    More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and sleep:

So did I win a kingdom, — share my crown;

        A harvest, — come and reap.

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