Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | I. The Divine Element—(God, Christ, the Holy Spirit) | | The Christ | | Richard Chenevix Trench (1807–1886) |
| | | HE might have reared a palace at a word, | |
| Who sometimes had not where to lay His head. | |
| Time was when He who nourished crowds with bread, | |
| Would not one meal unto Himself afford. | |
| He healed another’s scratch, His own side bled; | 5 |
| Side, hands and feet with cruel piercings gored. | |
| Twelve legions girded with angelic sword | |
| Stood at His beck, the scorned and buffeted. | |
| Oh, wonderful the wonders left undone! | |
| Yet not more wonderful than those He wrought! | 10 |
| Oh, self-restraint, surpassing human thought! | |
| To have all power, yet be as having none! | |
| Oh, self-denying love, that thought alone | |
| For needs of others, never for its own! | | | | |
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