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Poem by Joyce Kilmer


St. Laurence


Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil hands are wet and red.
Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits,
His cassock is his only mail.
The troops of Hell have burst the gates,
But Christ is Lord, He shall prevail.
They have encompassed him with steel,
They spit upon his gentle face,
He smiles and bleeds, nor will reveal
The Churchs hidden treasure-place.
Ah, faithful steward, worthy knight,
Well hast thou done. Behold thy fee!
Since thou hast fought the goodly fight
A martyrs death is fixed for thee.
St. Laurence, pray for us to bear
The faith which glorifies thy name.
St. Laurence, pray for us to share
The wounds of Loves consuming flame.



Joyce Kilmer


Joyce Kilmer's other poems:
  1. Multiplication
  2. Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
  3. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself
  4. Citizen of the World
  5. The White Ships and the Red


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Bessie Parkes St. Laurence ("ST. LAURENCE is a church beside the sea")

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