Give us a virile Christ for these rough days! You painters, sculptors, show the warrior bold; And you who turn mere words to gleaming gold, Too long your lips have sounded in the praise Of patience and humility. Our ways Have parted from the quietude of old; We need a man of strength with us to hold The very breach of Death without amaze. Did he not scourge from temple courts the thieves? And make the arch-fiend's self again to fall? And blast the fig-tree that was only leaves? And still the raging tumult of the seas? Did he not bear the greatest pain of all, Silent, upon the cross on Calvary? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |