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| Poetry | |||||||||||
| Joseph Mary Plunkett | |||||||||||
| I See His Blood Upon The Rose | |||||||||||
| I see His blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of His eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies. I see His face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but His voice - and carven by His power Rocks are His written words. All pathways by His feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree. |
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