Crucifixus (verse)
Frant-Walsh, Joseph
Qrucijixus There is blood upon God's naked breast, (O bosoms light with furtive rest!) There are thorns upon God's throbbing brow, (O laureled heads too proud to bow!) And God's thin hands have...
...There is a lance strange to all fear, (Ah me, who grew to be a spear...
...There is a spike through God's two feet, (O you who walk where grass is sweet...
...And God's thin hands have nails in, (O fingers bright with rings of sin...
...Joseph Frant-Walsh...
...But love looks from God's dying eyes, (O robber promised Paradise...
Vol. 3 • March 1926 • No. 21
