Project Canterbury
The Christian Year
by Blessed John Keble
transcribed by Miss Julia Beth Bruskin
AD 1999
TUESDAY BEFORE EASTER.
They gave him to drink wine mingled with myrrh: but he received it not. St. Mark xv. 23.
"FILL high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour
"The dews oblivious: for the Cross is sharp
"The Cross is sharp, and He
"Is tenderer than a lamb."He wept by Lazarus gravehow will He bear
"This bed of anguish? and his pale weak form
"Is worn with many a watch
"Of sorrow and unrest."His sweat last night was as great drops of blood,
"And the sad burthen pressd him so to earth,
"The very torturers pausd
"To help Him on His way."Fill high the bowl, benumb His aching sense
"With medicind sleep."O awful in thy woe!
The parching thirst of death
Is on thee, and thou triestThe slumberous potion bland, and wilt not drink:
Not sullen, nor in scorn, like haughty man
With suicidal hand
Putting his solace by:But as at first thine all-pervading look
Saw from thy Fathers bosom to th abyss,
Measuring in calm presage
The infinite descent;So to the end, though now of mortal pangs
Made heir, and emptied of thy glory awhile,
With unaverted eye
Thou meetest all the storm.Thou wilt feel all, that Thou mayst pity all;
And rather wouldst Thou wrestle with strong pain,
Than overcloud thy soul,
So clear in agony,Or lose one glimpse of Heaven before the time.
O most entire and perfect sacrifice,
Renewd in every pulse
That on the tedious CrossTold the long hours of death, as, one by one,
The life-strings of that tender heart gave way;
Even sinners, taught by Thee,
Look Sorrow in the face,And bid her freely welcome, unbeguild
By false kind solaces, and spells of earth :
And yet not all unsoothd;
For when was Joy so dear,As the deep calm that breathd, "Father, forgive,"
Or, "Be with me in Paradise to-day?"
And, though the strife be sore,
Yet in His parting breathLove masters agony; the soul that seemd
Forsaken, feels her present God again,
And in her Fathers arms
Contented dies away.