Resurgam (verse)
Mangan, John Sherry
Grimness in silence, Thou, my God, salute, hooded in purpose, motionless in growth, broken like hostbread to Thy worship's oath, intact in essence, one though convolute. I am unworthy now, with...
...Grant me my strength again with moving pain, that after regrowth may mine edge be keen...
...I am unworthy now, with edges turned...
...then come Thou in Thy singleness to glean my dust and find me, an impatient grain...
...perceive the mound of dust about my feet, worn from sharp purpose in a futile sweet belief in living which were better spurned...
Vol. 6 • June 1927 • No. 6
