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03/19/10

05:52:19 am, by dissidens

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An Alien Hope

"Surely He hath borne our griefs."

Christ's heart was wrung for me, if mine is sore;
   And if my feet are weary, His have bled;
   He had no place wherein to lay His Head;
If I am burdened, He was burdened more.
The cup I drink, He drank of long before;
   He felt the unuttered anguish which I dread;
   He hungered who the thousands fed,
And thirsted who the world's refreshment bore.
If grief be such a looking-glass as shows
   Christ's Face and man's in some sort made alike,
      Then grief is pleasure with a subtle taste:
      Wherefore should any fret or faint or haste?
Grief is not grievous to a soul that knows
   Christ comes,--and listens for the hour to strike.

---Christina Rossetti

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