Poems of Adoration

POEMS OF ADORATION
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POEMS OF ADORATION


WHO comes?... O Beautiful! Low thunder thrums, As if a chorus struck its shawms and drums. The sun runs forth To stare at Him, who journeys north From Edom, from the lonely sands, arrayed In vesture sanguine as at Bosra made. O beautiful and whole, In that red stole!