AS on a window late I cast mine eye, I saw a vine drop grapes with J and C Anneal'd on every bunch. One standing by Ask'd what it meant. I (who am never loth To spend my judgment) said, it seem'd to me To be the body and the letters both Of Joy and Charitie. Sir, you have not miss'd, The man reply'd; it figures JESUS CHRIST. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD A HYMN OF FORM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE JAZZ BABY by BERTON BRALEY |