Oh, tear me from my cross,” entreats the Christ.
That cursed instrument of agony,
Is conscience; human conscience is the cross—
The cross whereon our Joy is crucified.
My Lord, I will redeem thee from thy cross,
And give thee burial in mine aching heart,
Whence thou shalt rise and henceforth ever reign
Over the Kingdom of the blessed flesh.
IDOLATRY
I stood before a leg in the museum,