Share:
  Guess poet | Poets | Poets timeline | Isles | Contacts

James Russell Lowell - A Parable - IIJames Russell Lowell - A Parable - II
Work rating: Low


Said Christ our Lord, `I will go and see How the men, my brethren, believe in me.` He passed not again through the gate of birth, But made himself known to the children of earth. Then said the chief priests, and rulers, and kings, `Behold, now, the Giver of all good things; Go to, let us welcome with pomp and state Him who alone is mighty and great.` With carpets of gold the ground they spread Wherever the Son of Man should tread, And in palace-chambers lofty and rare They lodged him, and served him with kingly fare. Great organs surged through arches dim Their jubilant floods in praise of him; And in church, and palace, and judgment-hall, He saw his own image high over all. But still, wherever his steps they led, The Lord in sorrow bent down his head, And from under the heavy foundation-stones, The son of Mary heard bitter groans. And in church, and palace, and judgment-hall, He marked great fissures that rent the wall, And opened wider and yet more wide As the living foundation heaved and sighed. `Have ye founded your thrones and altars, then, On the bodies and souls of living men? And think ye that building shall endure, Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor? `With gates of silver and bars of gold Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father`s fold; I have heard the dropping of their tears In heaven these eighteen hundred years.` `O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt, We build but as our fathers built; Behold thine images, how they stand, Sovereign and sole, through all our land. `Our task is hard,--with sword and flame To hold thine earth forever the same, And with sharp crooks of steel to keep Still, as thou leftest them, thy sheep.` Then Christ sought out an artisan, A low-browed, stunted, haggard man, And a motherless girl, whose fingers thin Pushed from her faintly want and sin. These set he in the midst of them, And as they drew back their garment-hem, For fear of defilement, `Lo, here,` said he, `The images ye have made of me!`
Source

The script ran 0.005 seconds.