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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·AFTER COMMUNION. · WHO SHALL DELIVER ME?·»

A ROSE PLANT IN JERICHO.

At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,
  A rose of joy and happy love and peace,
    A rose with scarce a thorn:
    But in the chillness of a second morn
  My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase
Was but one thorn that wounded me.

I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee;
  And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace,
    Not joy this mortal morn:
    If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn,
  Wilt thou not give me for my rose increase
Of gladness, and all sweets to me?

My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee
  I offer; and I set my heart in peace,
    And rest upon my thorn:
    For verily I think to-morrow morn
  Shall bring me Paradise, my gift’s increase,
Yea, give Thy very Self to me.

 


«·AFTER COMMUNION. · WHO SHALL DELIVER ME?·»