HOMO FACTUS EST COME to me, Beloved, Babe of Bethlehem; Lay aside Thy Sceptre And Thy Diadem. Come to me, Beloved; Light and healing bring; Hide my sin and sorrow Underneath Thy wing. Bid all fear and doubting From my soul depart, As I feel the beating Of Thy Human Heart. Look upon me sweetly With Thy Human Eyes With Thy Human Finger Point me to the skies. Safe from earthly scandal My poor spirit hide In the utter stillness Of Thy wounded Side. Guide me, ever guide me, With Thy pierced Hand, Till I reach the borders Of the pleasant land. Then, my own Beloved, Take me home to rest; Whisper words of comfort; Lay me on Thy Breast. Show me not the Glory Round about Thy Throne; Show me not the flashes Of Thy jewelled Crown. Hide me from the pity Of the Angels' Band, Who ever sing Thy praises, And before Thee stand. Hide me from the glances Of the Seraphin, -- They, so pure and spotless, I, so stained with sin. Hide me from S. Michael With his flaming sword: -- Thou can'st understand me, O my Human Lord! JESU, my Beloved, Come to me alone; In Thy sweet embraces Make me all Thine own. By the quiet waters, Sweetest JESU, lead; 'Mid the virgin lilies, Purest JESU, feed. Only Thee, Beloved, Only Thee, I seek. Thou, the Man Christ JESUS, Strength in flesh made weak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE INTEGRITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |