CHRIST AND THE PAGAN
By John B. Tabb
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 where ev’r My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope.”