Not alone in Palestine those blessed Feet have trod, For I catch their print, I have seen their dint On a plot of chalky ground, Little villas dotted round; On a sea-worn waste, Where a priest, in haste, Passeth with the Blessèd Sacrament to one dying, frail, Through the yarrow, past the tamarisk, and the plaited snail: Bright upon the grass I see Bleeding Feet of Calvary- And I worship, and I clasp them round! On this bit of chalky, English ground, Jesu, Thou art found: my God I hail, My Lord, my God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN OUR HERITAGE by ISIDORE G. ASCHER ECLOGUE: TWO FARMS IN WOONE by WILLIAM BARNES THE TROUBADOUR by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS |