A Cluster of Grapes / A Book of Twentieth Century Poetry

by Unknown

Parched with the final pang:

Of the crucified Christ, yet lo, those arms extended,

Wide, as a world to embrace;

And last, and grandest, the lure, the invitation,

And sacred wooing of death;

Unto what regions, or heavens, or solemn spaces,

Who, but by dying, can tell?

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BEAUTIFUL LIE THE DEAD

Beautiful lie the dead;