"The thing that I would crave of Thee,
O Christ upon the cruel Cross,
Is not a thing to comfort me.
"Thou, who hast taught us to forgive,
O tender Christ upon the Cross,
Help Thou my love for him to live.
"Oh, let the love that was my fall,
O loving Christ upon the Cross,
Still to my life be all in all.
"With love for him who loves no more,
O patient Christ upon the Cross,
Make Thou my punishment full sore."
She kneels with haggard eyes and hair
Unto the Christ upon the Cross:
Her gown is torn; her feet are bare.
THE MESSAGE OF THE LILIES.
My soul and I went walking
Beneath the moon of Spring;
The lilies pale were talking,
Were faintly murmuring.
From dimly moonlit places
They thrust long throats of white,
And lovely lifted faces
Of fragrant snow and light.