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Christ And The Pagan

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 wheresoe'er My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope."

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