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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crown of Thorns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And unto Adam He said . . . . cursed is the ground for thy sake. Thorns . .<br>. . shall it bring forth.”<br>“And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on His head.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In bitterest sorrow did the ground bring forth<br>Its fatal seed. Thine eyes beheld the birth—<br>Beheld the travail of accursèd earth;<br>E'en then, O Lord! in greater love than wrath!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou sawest the sin that none could gather out—<br>The vineyard cover'd with the thorn and briar;<br>Thou sawest the fair land ready for the fire—<br>And still Thy pity compass'd it about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, O most merciful! didst spare the brand;<br>Thou didst redeem the Paradise of God;<br>The thorns were rooted from the stubborn sod,<br>In pain and toil, by Thine own blessèd hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How was our path to heaven o'ergrown with sin—<br>Bramble, and thistle, and the poisonous weed!<br>Though hearts should break, and patient feet should bleed,<br>And strive and struggle, none could walk therein.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Thou didst call us when we went astray—<br>Didst make our high road straight for evermore;<br>And, for our guidance, passèd on before,<br>Leaving Thy shining footprints in the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still do the wild thorns hedge us round about;<br>Still grow the thistles from the ancient stock;<br>Still trails the bramble on the blasted rock—<br>But we can dig, and Thou wilt pull them out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, we can work—oh, help us in the strife!<br>Labour is sweet, for Thou dost share it now.<br>And we shall eat, in sweat of furrow'd brow,<br>Not earthly food, but Thine own Bread of Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there are thorns of suffering left behind—<br>Sorrow and loss—that weigh our courage down;<br>But, ah! we know Thy sacramental crown<br>Was made of sin and sorrow, intertwined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give us of Thy sweet patience, Lord, we pray.<br>We would not spurn them with rebellious kicks,<br>Nor fret and strive, for Thou canst feel the pricks;<br>We too would wear them as a crown for aye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We would put on Thy likeness—we, the least<br>And most unworthy. Ay, each piercing thorn,<br>In Thy name patiently and meekly worn,<br>Shall bear a blossom for the bridal feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look down, O Brother with the yearning eyes!<br>Behold us kneeling at Thy bitter cross!<br>Grant us a share in all Thine earthly loss,<br>That we may share Thy gain in Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O weary Head! we see Thee drooping now<br>Beneath that diadem of mortal pain:<br>We see Thee sprinkled with the scarlet stain;—<br>Drop down the chrism on our polluted brow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sacred Head!—pale, beautiful, benign—<br>On our heads be Thy precious blood, we cry!<br>Lo, the destroying angel, passing by,<br>Shall spare to smite us—reverencing the sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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