CHRIST AND THE PAGAN

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.”