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Poem by Richard Crashaw


Christ Crucified


THY restless feet now cannot go
   For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
   They swim, alas! in their own flood?

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
   Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
   It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free! 



Richard Crashaw


Richard Crashaw's other poems:
  1. On the Prodigal
  2. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
  3. In the Holy Nativity of our Lord
  4. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
  5. Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Ella Wilcox Christ Crucified ("Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way")

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